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Kendall Renee Bauers
Kendall Renee Bauers had an infant's tiny form with ten fingers and ten toes.
She had two perfect little ears and her mommy's turned up nose.
A miniature body so perfectly shaped, right down to her dainty feet.
How could she not deserve a birthday for her family to celebrate?
My little granddaughter never lived and she never really died.
She never even drew one breath, never uttered a birthing cry.
Like a miniature so lifelike, blanketed, delicate, and small,
Such tiny little hands and feet, on a lifeless little doll.
S T I L L B O R N…I hate that word, I hate what it doesn't say.
That my precious little granddaughter doesn't get a real birthday.
No birth certificate to say she "came" and nothing to mark her leaving.
It makes it that much harder to give substance to the grieving.
I have a son who knows he's a dad; but no baby fills his arms.
He'll never rock his little girl or be wiled by her feminine charms.
A locket of ashes is all that he has to remember his daughter by.
In a still small form, her body born, but her spirit caught up in the sky.
I want there to be a headstone, I want the words to say,
"Kendall Renee Bauers was really born and sadly, died today."
She was a precious little person, she was my son's little girl.
And from the moment he looked into her face, she forever changed his world.
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