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Too Beautiful For Earth

I carried you within my womb and felt your little kicks 
I was one happy momma I was high on my babies fix
But something went wrong and I lost one of you. 
Tell me what happened...What did I do? 
They tried to save the other one and she was holding on. 
But laying in the womb beside her...brother was gone.
Twins what a blessing I carried with me, 
For five months... I was showing I was glowing you see.
I had my babies but no cry came as they lay still after birth,
perfect in every way too beautiful for earth.
Someone hear my cry and help me understand
Why the me I use to be now lays in the sand.
Satin lines a purple box in it memories of you are sealed
Why my babies? Someone please feel what i feel.
Pink and blue what a wonderful combination
Now I lay you to rest with pink and blue carnations
Too beautiful for earth is what they say 
I’d give anything to have my babies back today
My little angels have gained their wings now they fly
When I’m feeling lonely I look to the sky
I cannot see you but I feel you still 
I had my babies the experience was real
Too beautiful for earth yeah that may be true 
But mommy would give anything just to hold you
And feel your heart beating next to mine 
If only for a moment...for the first time
An angel wrote your names in the book of life after your birth. 
Closed it and whispered. "Much to Beautiful for Earth."
RIP Ti’Yanna and Ryan 03/28/15
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Inman Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 9:32 AM
Heart wrenching Alberta. So sorry for your sister and you. Beautiful poem.
Richardson Avatar
October 30, 2015 at 6:57 PM
I truly thank you
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October 18, 2015 at 8:22 AM
This poem is dedicated to my sister who lost her twins a couple months back RIP to my Nephew Ryan and my Niece Ti'Yanna there's not a day that your mom don't think of you
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