My sweet baby

I like to imagine my baby is swaddled in the clouds above our house, surrounded by dancing angels and the sound of my voice. I’ve cried so hard and so loud hoping that he can hear me all the way up there. A mother’s cry of grief has an everlasting echo. A permanent sound on earth and in heaven. My womb is empty but my heart is not. He couldn’t live here on earth with us so he will live in our hearts forever. No matter what I do, where I go, how I feel, as long as my heart is beating.. my baby will be there.