For Owen

A copy of the following poem was given to me two years ago by a very dear friend. I'm afraid I don't know the author, but whoever it is Thank You.

"The tiniest things in life are only noticed by those few who were looking. The baby in the poem will never be missed by most people but, for his parents he will be missed and remembered for the rest of their lives."

Little Snowdrop

The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.
The little one we longed for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.

With love,
Tracy xx