Our one year anniversary of saying goodbye to our baby Willow was the 31st October, Halloween, so we have adopted the white pumpkin tradition and we will carve a 'W' in to a small white pumpkin each year and light a candle inside.
This is the story Of a pumpkin of whiteWhat is its place on this autumn night?
Amidst all the orange and colours of fall It seems out of place;
not belonging at all
But oh what a place, and oh what a story
You see, in its face lies the image of glory
Of babies so small, so incredibly tinyPerfect in purpose, their souls shining brightlyNo less a baby, a child just the sameAs one who was held and called by their nameThis pumpkin is sweet baby boys and girlsWho never opened their eyes to this world
Never cried, never fearedProtected from painTouched by their innocenceWe’re never the same
Lives perfect and pureAll things lovely and sweetAnd we honour them here‘Till in the stars we meet