Tear

I wish I could see your tears
Run down your face again
Yours are the same as mine.

I wish you were near me
Every step you made.

I bet you want to be near me
Every step I make
Every move I make.

By Elli Groves

 

Eye

The eye is a symbol of the mothers love.
The pebbles of remembrance.
The softness of the sweet baby.
Stone, but real and kind.

By Jordan Hearn

 

Cold stone

Born for seconds
Messages written on Arboretum love.
Becoming the dad.
In silent love, harmony hugs.
Eye of sadness.
Still and sad.

Babies

Born for seconds,
Arboretum love,
Becoming the dead,
In silent harmony hugs,
Eye of sadness
Still and sad.

 

A Star

As time has come,
Staring into the black as soot little window,
To perform and forget, all the people watching merrily,
As nerve wracking as can be,
Raring to be on TV..

By Ben T

 

Stone

The soft stone of life.
The different future of warm blood
That never happened. 
The ongoing jigsaw still goes on.
A baby of stone that once lived.

By Archie Sawer

 

The eye

The eye of sadness
Cradles the smooth soft baby
Of the cold stone.

By Bradley

 

The Boy Cries

Sadness in the air
As the boy cries
When his dad dies.

 

Babies

Babies so delicate,
Some are still born.
Do not forget them
In dusk or dawn.

By Stevie Dodd

 

Tickle

Cold, soft here the baby lies
Rosy,cute cheeks lying on the soft bed.
Cute sweet baby,
Never to be forgotten.
So small, can’t feel our soft skin.
Tickling their belly.
So loved, their mother cries.
Never to be forgotten.

By Leah Smith

 

Never to be Forgotten

Cold, soft here the baby lies,
Never to be forgotten.
The beautiful baby
Stared at by the teary mother.

By Grace Dixon

 

Pebbles

The forgotten babies,
In the little tiny pebbles.
Can’t touch,
Can’t feel,
So cute and small.
So many babies,
Some forgotten,
Some remembered.

By Lucie T

 

Forgotten Babies

Tiny little pebbles,
The forgotten babies.
So tiny, so pretty,
Symbols of tears,
In the mothers eyes.

By Annie Brooks

 

Symbols

A forgotten sweet baby,
Realistic but never real,
The love is still carried on.
Symbols of love,
Symbols of remembrance.
Soft and smooth
But never feel anything,
Never to be awakened.

By Fiona Gibson

Uncle David

Rose for love, butterfly for a short life.
Babies in our hearts, dance with the stars,
Swimming with angels, sweet dreams my love.

Forever

Baby, still of heart,
Sadness,
Forever in our hearts.
Dance with stars,
Sweet dreams angel.

By Hannah Fekete

 

The Baby who Died

The baby was perfect.
She was really beautiful,
She really was.

I wish I could kiss her,
I really would.

Every time I see a butterfly,
It reminds me of her.
I really wish it was her.

By Sam Hollis

Baby Asleep

It made me want to cry.
How can you say goodbye
To a stone cold baby?

The Terrified Man

I am terrified,
The blindfold hurting my eyes.
All my friends betrayed me.
My mum, weeping tears.

By Billie Wiggin

 

Shot at Dawn

The day I was executed,
When I was terrified,
I was innocent and harmless.
I saw my mum, dad, brothers and sisters
Sobbing in the corner.
The blindfold hurting my head and eyes.

 

Remembrance

The day my dad was on the floor
Like he was asleep for ever.
My mum, grandad, nan and me sitting in the corner.

 

Dear Little Angel

I wish my baby’s eyes were open,
In loving memory of my sweet little baby.
My baby is walking to the angels,
Love and peace with the angels in heaven.

By Ben Harris

 

Missing Baby Boy

I would love to watch him cry.
I would love to drop a tear on his soft face.
I would love to watch him play.

By Abbi Groves

 

Baby butterflies

You are walking with the angels,
You were meant to be like me.
But something went terribly wrong.
Sweet dreams my little angel.
Fluttery butterflies I see
They remind me of you.

By David Farnsworth

 

The Gems of the Garden

All the gems in the garden
Are in a deep, deep sleep.
While they sleep they are in the top of our hearts,
Just like the pretty butterflies
That live for just a day.

 

I Hear

I can hear my friends getting ready
To shoot me because
I didn’t want to do any fighting.
I hear the bang of death.

By Vicki Bannister

 

The Shoot of Death

I hear them cry,
I hear the bang of guns.
I feel a shot of pain.

 

Gems in the Garden

The precious gems rest,
Deep in our hearts
They live forever.
Dancing with  angels.

By Elsbeth Leighton

 

Poppies
 
The poppies remind me of them.
I wish I could see them.

For those who were executed,
I really feel sorry.

Anon