Hi Mo,
Thank you for giving me permission to post the poem I wrote
for you (I've swapped round tiny and little):
Sweet Sheylah, child of love
Growing in your Mummy’s womb,
Tiny heart beating, little legs kicking
“Can I have a bit more room?”
Mum and Dad, making plans
Coming soon your precious birth
Looking for a place to live
A happy home upon this Earth
November day you slipped away
Not meant to see the world outside
Gone to live with God above
Your spirit lives, your body died
Oh little child conceived to Mo
She loved you so, God loved you more
No Celtic cross upon a tomb
Your memory lives and is adored
Cross of Durrow marks your life
It lives for you upon Mum’s shoulder
Carries always your sweet memory
Together as you both get older
Sean it was, your Daddy’s name
He loved you too, but never saw you
Rejoice the day so far from now
Together again, o’er skies so blue