Lucy Megan Bailey

2002 - 2003
LocationMirfield
Age5 months
Cause of DeathOther Disease
Date of Birth18/12/2002
Date of Death07/06/2003
Visitors2,087 since 07/06/2007
Creator

Lucy was born on 18th December 2002, a much loved little sister to Oliver. She was diagnosed with a
rare blood disorder called HLH in January 2003, and eventually had a bone marrow transplant with
Oliver's bone marrow in May 2003. She died on 7th June 2003 at St James' Hospital, Leeds, from
transplant complications.
Lucy was such a brave and special little girl who touched the lives of everyone who met her and
cared for her in hospital. She was always smiling and everyone who knew her loved her.
No one can describe what it's like to lose a child, but she will always be in my heart, loved and
cherished forever. Her big brother Oliver and now little brother Charlie will always know of her
special place in our family.


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Tiny Angels

Tiny Angels rest your wings
sit with me for awhile.
How I long to hold your hand,
And see your tender smile.
Tiny Angel, look at me,
I want this image clear....
That I will forget your precious face
Is my biggest fear.
Tiny Angel can you tell me,
Why you have gone away?
You weren't here for very long....
Why is it, you couldn't stay?
Tiny Angel shook his head,
"These things I do not know....
But I do know that you love me,
And that I love you so".

End Child Abuse Now June 8, 2009

Our Little Ghost

Oft in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers,
Comes a spirit all in white.

A winsome little ghost she is,
Rosy-cheeked, and bright of eye;
With dark curls all breaking loose
From the small cap pushed awry.
Up she climbs among the pillows,
For the "big dark" brings no dread,
And a baby's boundless fancy
Makes a kingdom of a bed.

A fearless little ghost she is;
Safe the night seems as the day;
The moon is but a gentle face,
And the sighing winds are gay.
The solitude is full of friends,
And the hour brings no regrets;
For, in this happy little soul,
Shines a sun that never sets.

A merry little ghost she is,
Dancing gayly by herself,
On the flowery counterpane,
Like a tricksy household elf;
Nodding to the fitful shadows,
As they flicker on the wall;
Talking to familiar pictures,
Mimicking the owl's shrill call.

A thoughtful little ghost she is;
And, when lonely gambols tire,
With chubby hands on chubby knees,
She sits winking at the fire.
Fancies innocent and lovely
Shine before those baby-eyes,
Endless fields of dandelions,
Brooks, and birds, and butterflies.

A loving little ghost she is:
When crept into her nest,
Her hand on father's shoulder laid,
Her head on mother's breast,
She watches each familiar face,
With a tranquil, trusting eye;
And, like a sleepy little bird,
Sings her own soft lullaby.

Then those who feigned to sleep before,
Lest baby play till dawn,
Wake and watch their folded flower
Little rose without a thorn.
And, in the silence of the night,
The hearts that love her most
Pray tenderly above her sleep,
"God bless our little ghost!"





Our Little Ghost - a poem by Louisa May Alcott
(slightly changed)

Carol Bailey (Mummy) June 7, 2009

A Rose Once Grew


A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide –
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side.
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted – the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God’s own loving care.

Carol Bailey (Mummy) June 7, 2009

Special Angel Day - by Sam & Gordon Winson

We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find.

Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on.

Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know.

Our thoughts are always with you,
Your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly;
In death we love you still.

There will always be a heartache,
And often a silent tear.
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.

If tears would make a staircase,
And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again.

We hold you close within our hearts;
And there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again.

Our family chain is broken now,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Joanne Mitchell June 7, 2009

"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine," He said,
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief."

"I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over,
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take her back again?"

I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."

Sarah North November 16, 2008

5 today... happy birthday gorgeous girl xxx

Hugs From Heaven
by Charlotte Anselmo

When you feel a gentle breeze
Caress you when you sigh
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From a loved one way up high.

If a soft and tender raindrop
Lands upon your nose
They've added a small kiss
As fragile as a rose.

If a song you hear fills you
With a feeling of sweet love
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From someone special up above.

If you awaken in the morning
To a bluebird's chirping song
It's music sent from Heaven
To cheer you all day long.

If tiny little snowflakes
Land upon your face
It's a hug sent from Heaven
Trimmed with Angel lace.

So keep the joy in your heart
If you're lonely my dear friend
Hugs that are sent from Heaven
A broken heart will mend.


lots and lots of love and hugs from Mummy, Oliver and Charlie... have a wonderful day sweetheart, we all miss you so much xxxxxxxx

Carol Bailey (Mummy) December 18, 2007

I can't change what you are going through,

I have no words to make a difference

no answers, or solutions to make things easier for you

But if it helps in any way I want to say I care

Please know that even when you're lonely

You're not alone

I'll be here, supporting you with my thoughts

Cheering for you with all my strength

Praying for you with all my heart.

For whatever you need, for as long as it takes

Lean on my love.

I am so sorry for your loss. She was a beautiful baby. May she rest in peace xxx

Jane (passer-by) June 8, 2007

TRULY A BEAUTFUL LITTLE BABY GIRL

I'M SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, YOUR DAUGHTER LUCY WAS A BEAUTY SHE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG AND NEVER FORGOTTEN. GOD BLESS YOU ALL WATCH OVER YOUR LOVING FAMILY LITTLE LUCY WHO MISS YOU SO MUCH.XXXXXXX

Chrissie And Family X (PASSER BY) June 8, 2007

god bless..look after mummy

Sweet Dreams my darling, the day is done.
The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.

Gather your blankets and climb into bed.
Close your eyes and lay down your head.

Rest for now with peaceful dreams,
Of twinkling stars and shining moon beams.

Sweet dreams my darling, sweet dreams my love,
Sweet dreams my precious gift from above

Sarah Jayne (passerby) June 7, 2007
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