My Alice sweetie we love you. We miss you everyday. This cruel world took you away. We think of you everyday and as we watch your sister Phoebe play we imagine you there playing together.
Pushing your babies in the prams all the way to the park. Splashing together in the pink princess castle paddling pool in the sun.
You should be almost 6 weeks old now and I should be raging with insane mummy hormones, keeping you safe, holding you always, singing to you all day long, reading endless amounts of books to you with your sister and teaching you about the fairiess in the garden.
My Alice, our Alice.
Phoebe is happy that you're with the fairies and angels playing in the sky watching over her.
Mummy and daddy love you and our hearts are heavy everyday knowing we can never hold you again.
I screamed in horror and heart break as the darkness surrounded me the second that nurse said I was miscarrying and you needed three more weeks to survive.
I reject my body I have never felt so betrayed.
I screamed in horror.
You were so beautiful my Alice.
My Alice, we plant Alice Roses in every garden, for you my sweetie.