Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

A Baby's Secret

In Loving Memory of Our Son, Hunter Zackary Michael Powell

I'm just a little angel,
Who didn't quite make it there
I went straight to be with Jesus
But I'm waiting for you here.

Don't you fret about me, Mother
I'm of all God's Lambs most blest
I'd have loved to stay here with you
But the Shepherd knows what's best.

Many dwell where I live
Waited years to enter in
Struggled through a world of sorrow
And their lives were marred with sin.

So sweet Mother don't you sorrow
Wipe those tears and chase the gloom
I went straight to Jesus' bosom
From my lovely mother's womb.

Thank you for the life you gave me
It was brief but don't complain
I have all of Heaven's glory
Suffered non of earthlings pain.

Thank you for the name you gave me
I'd love to have brought it fame
But if I'd lingered in earth's shadows
Might instead have brought it shame.

Father gave me something for you
It's our secret, Mother dear
Pressed it tight against my forehead
Whispered in my tiny ear.

I'll be waiting for you, Mother
You and Father and big Sis
I'll be with you then forever
Then I'll give you Father's kiss.

This poem was read at Hunter's funeral and given to us from a very special lady whom we have become very close to in our journey of pain, grief and sorrow. I hope you all like it, as we are all mothers and the poem was written for us who have lost our babies. God Bless each and every one of you.

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