"In your mother's womb, you grew and thrived, A precious little girl, so loved and alive, Your parents' hearts filled with joy and dreams, Of the life you'd live, and the person you'd become it seems. But fate had other plans, and on the day you were born, You were fragile and delicate, and your body was worn, The doctors and nurses tried their best, But you were called to heaven, to eternal rest. Your parents' hearts shattered, their dreams torn apart, As they held you in their arms, with broken hearts, Their little girl, so beautiful and pure, Taken away too soon, forevermore. But though your time on earth was brief, You left a mark on those who knew you, beyond belief, Your memory will live on, in their hearts and souls, As they treasure the moments they had, and let go. Rest in peace, little one, in the arms of love, And know that you'll forever be a treasure, up above, Your parents will love you, always and forever, And keep you close, in their hearts and minds, ever after. ©Anannya Choudhury "