This little dove of peace was given to me
from Irena Hill, Kayleigh Erceg's Nanny.





 

(Written by me, to all of Matthew's carers on the 9th floor

 at the RWH)

Matthew was seven months old
( when he died in your care ),
I don't understand why life's so unfair.
He brightened room three, room nine
and room eight, who knew his life would
end there,? perhaps it was fate.
On the thirteenth of the ninth
born by C Section,
this boy of ours was loved
with great affection.
Just 721 grams,
he could fit in our hands
My pet name for him,
was " My Matty Man "
He loved his dummy, his
cuddles too, his Mummy's milk
he was true blue.
He didn't like being bathed, or
weighed much
(unless he had his dummy )
A mind of his own
He was just like Mummy.
As stubborn as we were
we had to get things right.
After all our boy had been through
he fought with all his might.
After 206 days, my boy had
had enough,
he needed some peace now,
as on earth is was so tough.
I have always wanted to be a Mum
seven months seems such a token.
I fell in love with him.
My heart is truly broken.

( 721 grams is equal to 1 lb 9 oz )
Matthew's first nappy was one
cotton ball held on with a piece of
plastic wrap.

Matthew's photo album and or slide show can
be viewed at the bottom of the page

To Matthew's Ducky and Little Ted too,
His two little friends, the first ones he knew.
He took you along with
Winnie the Pooh, Piglet
and Eeyore and Tigger too.

In a baby castle just beyond my eye,

My baby plays with Angel toys

That money cannot buy.

Who am I to wish him back,

Into this world of strife?

No, play on my baby,

You have eternal life.

At night when all is silent,

And sleep forsakes my eyes,

I'll hear his tiny footprints

Come running to my side.

His little hands caress me,

So tenderly and sweet,

I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes,

And embrace him in my sleep.

Now I have known a treasure

That I rate above all other,

I have known true glory.

I am still his Mother !

( This poem was dedicated to Matthew from me
at his memorial service, I also dedicated Cat Stevens-
Oh Very Young which I requested to be played
very loud )
The most beautiful music played though, was from
Matthews very own tape Sweet Nature.
songs:
Australian sunrise.
Sand castles.
and
Itsy bitsy spider,
which Matthew's nurses often
sung to him..

copyright laws will not allow me to use them on this site

This adorable Eeyore is dedicated to
Matthew, with much love
 from Neisha, Todd, Bailey, Lily and Maia.
Bailey was Matthew's
hospital buddy
 at the Royal Womens
Hospital in Melbourne
Victoria for many months.
 Bailey was then transferred
to the Royal Childrens hospital.
Both of our boys
endured many, but
 ( differant ),
health complications.
 Master 
Bailey Hall-Macri
 is currently attending
Swan Hill Specialist School

 ANGEL BABIES
Over the rainbow, way up high
past fluffy white clouds the
angel babies fly.
With the suns golden rays shining
bright overhead, tumble and
bumble they bounce out of bed-
Goodmorning, Sun - the day has begun !
With delicate wings and sweet little
faces, they dance and they play and
they race flying races.
Then, swooping and looping down
through a cloud, or sliding and riding
and singing out loud, wiggle and giggle
some fast and some slow, the angel
babies fly to earth down below.
Not everyone knows this,
but truly its true---
little angel babies have a
big job to do !
In gardens and meadows,
they coax forth the flowers with
sunlight and love and gentle rain showers.
In fields and forests they
spread soft white wings, sharing
kindness and joy with
all loving things.
Small animal babies in quiet green
places, rejoice in warm smiles from
sweet angel faces.
In backyards and baskets, on fireside
rugs, small creatures are cuddled
in soft angel hugs.
Soon evening is bright with red-orange
light, and day slowly fades to make
way for the night.
As good little chidren curl up in
their beds, the angels bring sweet dreams
to young sleepyheads.
Then the sound of a horn only angels
can hear calls out to them all---
hear and there, far and near.
It bekons them back from wherever
they roam:
Work is done for the day !
Now it's time to go home.
Blinking and winking, bright stars in the sky
twinkle and shine as the angels fly by---
so softly singing a sweet lullaby.
Yawning and stretching, they climb
in their beds, cloud blankets warm bodies,
cloud pillows rest heads.
Snuggled in tight with the moon shining
bright
sleep tight, sweet dreams, goodnight.
Goodnight angel babies.
Goodnight. 

Jai, Son Of Kelly Lynch lit a candle on 08/25/2006: "thank u for lighting a candle for my Mum, mum will look after ur Matthew for u, she loves babies xoxoxo." 

for u Matthew love Jai.

A mothers love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made with deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may,
for nothing can destroy it
or take that love away...
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking.
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
and it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest brightest gems...
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation...
A many splenoured miracle
man cannot understand,
And another wondrous evidence
of Gods tender guiding hand.
( written by Helen Steiner Rice )