It’s been a year and a day since my baby died.
It’s been a year and a day since I forgot how to stride.
Jessica was six months old, a cutie was she,
When meningitis took her away from me.

Why did I have to be the chosen one
To fall asleep, only to wake and find my baby has gone?
Jessica darling. I’ll always love you.
Anyone who met you would most certainly love you too.

I woke up last night Thinking I heard you cry.
Then I went back to sleep constantly asking god why?
Is it that there are to many people alive?
So you have to take away one baby in five?

It’s so unfair that it just had to be me.
It’s cruelty in the very highest degree.
Jessica I feel your presence here now.
As I hold your favourite cuddly cow.

I hear you say in my dreams each night,
“Cheer up mummy It’ll be alright”.
Be that as it may sweet baby of mine,
I want you here to make mummy shine.

“Don’t cry dear mummy” You say
But Jessica I cry every passing day.
As time goes by the pain eases not.
It feel like my insides continue to rot.

Two years today since I saw you last there.
On the cot bed next to the rocking chair.
Almost three you would have been,
Well! Two and a half really I mean.

Wait for me dear Jessica until one way
Well be together forever and a day.
At gods right hand is where we will be
Just you, daddy grandma, grandad and me.