Heaven’s Rocking Chair

Are there rocking chairs in Heaven

where little babies go?

Do the angels hold you closely

and rock you to and fro?

Do they talk silly baby talk

to get a smile or two,

and sing the sleepy lullabies

I used to sing to you?

My heart is aching for you,

my angel child so dear.

You brought such joy into my life

the short time you were here.

I know you’re in a happy place

and in God’s loving care.

I dream each night I’m rocking you

in Heaven’s rocking chair.

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After the service

Ways to keep them close

Words like these often stay with us long after the funeral. Some families also find comfort in a keepsake at home: an urn, a cuddle stone to hold, or jewellery with a little of their ashes inside.

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