For the mother who didn’t get the chance to see her baby girl grow, curl her to her breast, whisper lullabies into her ear, the joy of her life, the desire of her heart, now finally here. A joy no longer to be experienced by the mother whose life was lost.

For the infant, whose memories of a loving mother never began, were stolen away by tragedy, who will go through life with questions unanswered, longings unfulfilled.

For a lover left behind, arms aching to hold and protect, now only filled with an emptiness that breaks the strongest of men.

My prayer goes to this small family who live down the road. The wife died during childbirth, please pray for them as well.