More than just a name,
was yours Jonathan,
from heaven above,
its meaning, “gift of God”
our son, full of love.

More than just a fetus,
or merely scanned as “baby B”
you mean and meant so much more to us,
than any doctor or specialist or diagnosis
could ever imagine or see.

More than a gift,
were two heartbeats in my womb,
feeling so incredibly blessed,
carrying two beloved twin sons,
not knowing what different plans God had,
one for Gabriel and one for you.

More than many prayers,
were said for us all,
when the doctors and specialists
had to tell us,
your life on earth may not be possible.

More than many tears shed,
as the weeks drifted by,
praying for a miracle,
asking God for answers,
yet, not understanding why.

More than any fathomable sadness,
on that sad morning last November,
when your heartbeat was no more,
and it was confirmed,
our dear son was now indeed in heaven,
with the Lord.

More than joy,
the birth of your twin brother,
though early and sooner than we thought,
still we thought of you and all
knew you held on to the very end,
and were in spirit just as present.

More than many lessons,
did your short life bring us son,
though much sorrow in your passing,
new friends to comfort along the same path
and the smile of your twin brother,
and in his eyes, we know your spirit and
heartbeat continues on.

Sara Braden wrote this poem in memory of her son Jonathan, who died in-utero Nov. 28, 2000.