Three Little Angels

You came on my birthday with the evening star --
Three little angels eight minutes apart.
All was perfection -- your hands, your feet,
Your bodies, your faces -- frail and sweet.

Three little angels born too soon --
Just 15 weeks within my womb --
Too young for your lungs to know to draw breath,
Too young to live; your birth was your death.

Now three little angels sleep among the stars;
Three little angels -- forever ours.