Just found an old book of poems and wanted to add this one in memory of all the little ones who didn't make it. alas, there are far too many losses on this thread:-
An average family by John Turnbull
And when the worst was over
And when the crying was done
We took ourselves to dinner
Away from everyone.
And we chatted far too brightly
About every subject but one,
About our little daughter...
Or would she have been a son?
And when the meal was over
And when the brandy arrived,
At last we started talking
Like normal husbands and wives.
And at last you held your head up,
Your eyes at last alive,
"Two-point-five kids is the average...
How we loved our little point-five."