Kayleigh Alflat

Unexpectedly everything went so wrong,
you shouldn't have been born yet for so long.
You are in Heaven now,
where little Angels belong.

Sweet dreams my little Angel


Kayleigh Alflat
Born into Heaven 9th June 2002 at 21+6 weeks of pregnancy.
Cause of death: Premature labour caused by a bacterial infection.
Length: 27 cm (11 inches)
Weight: 484 grams (1lb 1oz)


I waited so long to have you, longed for years to get pregnant and then finally I was....only for it
all to go so very very wrong and loose you my precious little girl. You were so perfect, tiny but
perfect. Ten tiny tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, a perfect little face and fluffy white blonde hair.
A gorgeous little princess that had to go to Heaven.

You have a brother who is now four and in him I see so much what I missed seeing with you. He too
was a preemie and small. He has the same white blonde hair, long eye lashes and blue eyes. One day
we'll all be together again.
Miss you my little girl. You'll always be my first born.

On the 16th of June, a week after your 6th birthday you became a big sister again. Your sister
Alyana was born premature just like you and your brother. She looks a lot like you and reminds me of
you so very much.

Look over your brother and sister sweetheart. One day we'll all be together like we should have
been.
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Today is the due date
For you to be born.
But all I have is
An emptiness to mourn.

Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.

This should have been the time
For the anticipation of your arrival.
But no one seems to be remembering
To share in my grief or sorrow.

You were a life
Created from love.
You were a gift
That was sent from above.

Why couldn't you join us
To become a family of four.
You'd have had parents who loved you
And a brother whom you'd adore

But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.

I know that you have gone
To a much better place.
Knowing that the grace of God
Is shining on your face.

I see another baby.
I think of you then, too.
Wondering what you'd have looked like
As you giggle, cry, and coo.

But I will never know these things
Because you will never be here.
But in my heart you'll always be
My baby, my angel, my dear.

It doesn't make it easier.
For the pain I have is still here.
I will never forget you, my little one.
That fact remains quite clear.

But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is still cold.

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The Cord

We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord that connects us at birth
this cord can't be seen by any on earth.

This cord does it's work right from the start
it binds us together attached to my heart

I know that it's there though no one can see
the invisible cord from my child to me.

The strength of this cord it's hard to describe
it can't be destroyed it can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord man could create
it withstands the test can hold any weight

And though you are gone though you're not here with me
the cord is still there but no one can see

It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sore
but this cord is my lifeline as never before.

I am thankful that God connects us this way
a mother and child death can't take it away!!

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Don't let them say I wasn't born,
that something stopped my heart.
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I've loved you from the start.

Although my body, you can't hold
it doesn't mean I'm gone
This world was worthy not of me
God chose that I move on.

I know the pain that drowns your soul
what you are forced to face.
You'll have my word, I'll fill your arms,
someday we will embrace.

You'll hear that it was 'meant to be'
God doesn't make mistakes.
But that won't soften your first blow
or make your heart not ache.


I'm watching over all you do
Another child you'll bear
Believe me when I say to you
That I am always there.


There will come time, I promise you
when you will hold my hand,
stroke my face and kiss my lips,
and then you'll understand.

Although I've never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn't mean I never was

An Angel Never Dies.

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Our own memorial site: http://www.geocities.com/RememberOurAngels/index.html