Premature Baby Poems
Sometimes poetry just expresses what we feel so eloquently. If you would like to submit a poem, we would be honoured to post it on the page here.

Welcome to Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

My Hero by Jaimie

I go into the hospital
to make sure you're growing and strong,
The Doctor says "This isn't right,
You're 2 centimeters long"

The Doctors tells me Calm down, Don't cry
You have to be strong,
I don't understand why this is happening
Did I do something wrong?

Only 5 months along and scared to death
What am I to do?
They rush me to another hospital
Why? I have no clue.

They take me in a room
where I will have to stay,
Please let everything be OK
for hours to God I'd pray.

Days turn into weeks as
I lay in the hospital bed,
The time has come, You're ready to go,
The Doctor soon had said.

As I'm in the operating room
Scared to death I lie,
Chances slim, fear all around,
It could be a good or bad day.

I hear you cry a wonderful sound
Eyes opened wide,
They say that your here, room full of joy,
Thank Heaven that you tried.

I felt like your HERO
But would you be OK?
Questions, concerns, tears and fears,
Would you be here to stay?

They rush you off to the ICU
You're too small to breath on your own,
Doctors amazed, Nurses in shock,
If we would have only known.

So much love we gave to you,
So much love you gave us back.
You'd be coming home when you get well,
Your bags we soon would pack.

So fragile and small
Chances were closest to Zero,
You made it through everything
And now you're MY HERO!
By Ashley Rae Barnes

It’s the little things that make life worth living,
It’s the little things that help us make it through.
I never knew how true those words were,
Until I first set my eyes on you.

... I feared because it was too early;
I cried because it was too soon.
Yet I underestimated
The strength in one as small as you.

You were born a fighter, a warrior;
You would not quit nor move on.
You strove, you fought, you tried,
Until your battle was won.

When hope might have faded,
When the trial seemed too great,
A tiny child, despite the odds,
Fought what was thought fate.

And a little baby triumphed,
A baby thought too small to live,
A baby knew that life
Is the most precious thing to give.

As I Love You Through The Glass By Elena Murphy

As I love you through the glass
a tiny hand sweeps across the blanket
reaching out to me.
You lie there in the stillness
of your slumber clinging to life;
I reach inside to touch you
and you stir slightly;
I feel a tiny breath like a feather
caress my fingers
as I love you through the glass.
One eye opens
easily staring into mine;
Can you see me?
Can you feel my presence
as I love you through the glass.
I ache to hold you;
I await the moment
when you peacefully rest in my loving arms.
A silent tear rolls down my face;
I slowly turn to walk away
only to glance back one more time
as I love you through the glass.

How Preemie Mom's Are Chosen by Erma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.
Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.

I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "
The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.

She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says "momma" for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.

I will permit her to see clear the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them.

She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice.

Time to realise... Author unknown.

To realise... the value of a sister

Ask someone who doesn't have one


To realise... the value of ten years

Ask a newly divorced couple


To realise... the value of four years

Ask a graduate


To realise... the value of one year

Ask a student who has failed an exam


To realise... the value of nine months

Ask a Mother who gave birth to a stillborn


To realise... the value of one month

Ask a Mother who has given birth to a premature baby


To realise... the value of one week

Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper


To realise... the value of one minute

Ask a person who has just missed a train, bus, or plane


To realise... the value of one second

Ask a person who has survived an accident


Time waits for no-one...

Treasure every moment that you have...

You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special...


To realise... the value of a friend or family member


A Gift from GodBy Dianne, Autumn's Grandmother

At first glance
you were so small
I hardy saw a baby at all,
with tubes and wires
a frightening sight
but you were in for a
big fight.

Not even two pounds
just skin and bones,
Your body so small
with problems so big,
but you fought hard
and continued to grow.

So many fears
So many tears

You are home now
and growing big
I love you dear,
more than words can say.
A miracle baby
A gift from God.
You showed the world
You showed us all.

Preemie poem By Neaves Mum (AKA Noonie Bell)

Oh little one what have you done,

Being born too soon,

Oh little on what have you done,

Coming out my Womb,

Placed in a bag and taken away,

Tubes places into you,

Shed a tear and start to pray,

What else could i do,

Seeing you fight for every breath,

With your determined little face,

what love i felt when seeing you,

Nothing could replace.

It was hard to see all of the wires,

that were coming out of you,

Not being able to see your face,

was truly hard to do.

Days pass by and turn to weeks,

Oh how well you've done,

Loosing tubes and gaining strength,

Oh what you have overcome!

I cant wait little one till you come home,

When your good and well,

As i miss you every night,

My little Noonie bell.

Poem for Mummy- Author Unknown.

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard him say.

A Mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God can you be a Mother
When your baby’s not with you?

Yes, you can he replied
With confidence in his voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day
And some I send to fill your womb
But there’s no need to stay.

I just don’t understand this, God
I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared his throat
And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say.

We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear.
My Mummy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mum
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly
My Mummy set me free.

I miss my Mummy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep
On her pillows where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear.
Mummy don’t be sad today
I’m your baby and I’m here.

So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are ok
Your babies are here in my Home
And this is where they’ll stay.

They’ll wait for you with me
Until your lesson there is through
And on the day that you come home
They’ll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a Mother
Its the feeling in your heart.
It’s the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Though some on earth may not realise
Until their time is done.
Remember all the love you have
And know you are a special Mum.

Just for. Author Unknown

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry,
and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will
leave the dishes in the sink,
and let you teach me how to put that puzzle
of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will
unplug the telephone and
keep the computer off, and sit with you in the
backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will
not yell once, not even a
tiny grumble when
you scream and whine for the ice
cream truck, and I will buy you one if
he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't
worry about what you are
going to be when you grow up, or second guess
every decision I have made
where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let
you help me bake cookies, and I won't
stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take
us to McDonald's and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold
you in my arms and tell you a story
about how you were born and how
much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let
you splash in the tub and
not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let
you stay up late while we sit on the
porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will
snuggle beside you for hours,
and miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run
my finger through your hair
as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God
has given me the greatest gift ever

I will think about the mothers
And fathers who are searching
for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are
visiting their children's graves
instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and
fathers who are in hospital rooms watching
their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you goodnight
I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer
It is then, that I will thank God for you
and ask him for nothing, except one more day...........


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