Sophia's poem

The world may never notice,
If a snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity
The little one we longed for
was swiftly here and gone
But the love that was then planted
is a light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts says that we love you.
 
*Poem from Sophia's funeral