Coming face to face with my Angels

 It’s amazing how something so simple can trigger off emotions that have been tucked away for good reason.

I’ve been painting these churbs and as I paint their delicate small faces images of the babies I lost enter my mind, and I can’t help but wonder if these faces are in fact the faces of my angels, my churbs in heaven.
I’ve been painting with emotions and the more I work on these angels the closer I feel to the babies I have lost.
Up until now I haven’t been able to find a way to come to full terms of the loss and to dedicate something to their memory.
Until now.
As I paint their face’s I want to clasp them in my hands and hold them to my heart. As I paint their wings I want to feel the softness of them against my cheek.
Maybe most people wont understand the significants of all of this but we are talking about my babies
that I never got the chance to meet… To hold… To look into their darling faces. Words can never describe the amount of pain that in itself causes. A constant ache in my heart that I carry with me every day. 
They say time heals , but it doesn’t , because each day that goes past is a day further away from when I carried them in my womb. When I had then for that small amount of time.
At times the only thing that keeps me going and keeps me turning to my faith is that hoping one day I will be reunited with them in heaven.
And I just pray that I will recognise them and most of all they will recognise me as their mother.

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