For all of the babies who could not stay, who remain in our hearts with each waking day, a hole in your heart that could never be filled, as you wonder what could have been, for the life unfulfilled An irreplaceable loss, an indescribable pain, engraved upon your heart is their little name. For the babies held in our arms who did not make it home, keep your chin up, Mamma, you are never alone. For the infants who smiled but never took their first steps, for those babies we carried but never met. Cribs never slept in, prams never pushed, for the millions of mothers whose hearts have been crushed Dreams snatched away with all that you planned to do, for when their heart stopped beating, you swore yours stopped beating too. Whether you've lost an infant, a newborn or a baby in your tummy, If you've carried in your womb, you will always be a Mummy.