One on earth and one divine.

Once you nestled close within

Your mother, top and bottom twins.

Bryan means "High" or "He Ascends."

Jared, "Down to earth" or He Descends."

Your names by accident have told

Positions you held and now still hold.

Matching names, not by design

But through God's influence do outline

Identical twins' relationships.

Jared was known for taking dips

Or "Dunkin'" on Mom's sciatic nerve.

Bryan, our "Donut," had less verve

But moved just fine when Mommy ate.

With upward kicks he'd celebrate !

Our upper twin now rests on high

Enjoying God's magnificence

His strength inspires me now to write

And moves me to beneficence.

To honor him, I educate

My peers on caring for the moms

Who carried more than one at once

But lost some babes who knew their wombs.

Jared, our rose, lives down below

And with his family loves God's world.

We're grateful on his birthday for

His first two years of life unfurled.

We hope that our descendant sees

Much more of life in years to come

And that he won't forget that he

Is twin to our strong ascended one.

Mommy, Mommy I need to know

Why did our baby have to go?

Is that how come you became so sad?

And why my daddy became so mad?

Where is heaven I sure want to see,

The place where our baby had to be.

My little heart breaks and I want to cry

Because it is so sad and I am not sure why.

Why couldn’t we tell Jesus no

That she had to stay here and she couldn’t go?

What is her spirit and how did it leave?

How did her body stop working, please answer me.

Can we go to heaven and visit today?

Why is the answer always some other day?

When will the time come that I can finally see,

The baby that you had promised me?

I want my baby and I want her now.

You can bring her home mom let me tell you how.

We can go to the Dr and ask him once more

To give us a baby, one we will adore

Or we can go to the cemetery

and just dig for her there

I saw the box that you put her in,

I can find it I swear.

Last but not least we can always ask our Lord above,

To give us back the baby that we so love.

Either way you go about it you know what to do,

You are my mom and I trust in you.

Please don’t cry mom,

I will give you a hug and a kiss.

And I will try to understand mom I promise you this.

Just be patient and kind it’s not easy for me.

It’s hard to understand

why our baby just couldn’t be.

"...This was inspired by my 4 year old daughter Aniah. Everything that I have written is everything that she has either said or asked. As a mom it is hard enough to grieve the loss of a child, but to assist your child through their grieving process is more devastating than your own at times. This is for all the angel parents out their trying to hold their little one's hands through this hard time. Sometimes we may not have all the answers, but rest assured we are not alone either..."

Mary Nelda mum to Precious Angel Kimberly