by Tabitha Beals

I wrote this poem in a desire to encourage a family who had gone through a miscarriage last summer. I spoke from our own family’s experience of losing babies to miscarriage. I know that our experiences are not all the same, but I hope that this will be an encouragement to you, mostly because of what we have to look forward to in eternity. 

Little one, you slipped away
Before you ere were known.
By the ones who loved you so
And in whose hearts you’d grown.

We missed those tiny baby hands
And little baby feet.
The softly wrinkled little brow,
And tender mouth so sweet.

We missed first words & toddling steps
The baby clothes and toys,
And all the extra tiny things
And precious little joys.

The excitement we once knew
Is replaced with tears of sorrow.
But we grieve not without the Hope
Of a joyous, new tomorrow.

For now, our hearts anticipate
The day that we will meet.
Not here on earth, but very soon
At our dear Savior’s feet.

You’re safe at Home, dear little one
Tenderly carried all the way,
By God, whose perfect plan for you
Is now fulfilled in life’s short day.

How sweet to know you’re not alone
But rather fully blest.
Your eyes behold our Savior’s throne
And in His arms you rest.

You’re in our hearts & loving thoughts
Dear child that we never knew.
And by God’s grace, when life is done,
We’ll share the joys of Heaven with you.

In loving memory of the little ones Home safe with Jesus, still in our hearts.

-Tabitha Beals