Dearest Jailyah, You died a placental death. Did you know that? I wish you hadn't.
I never met you. I merely have a photo of you on my phone. You are one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen. You are my cousin, never to be forgotten.
Did you know that the name Jayla means 'a gift from the God'? You really are a gift. You had slightly dark skin, and dark brown hair. Like all babies, you had blue eyes but as you got older they would have turned brown like your parents'.
Nessa, your mother, really misses you. She cried when she found out you didn't live. She loves you and the rest of her many other children. Never forget that. Never ever.
I can't stop thinking about how we would have visited you in a few weeks, and then again in a year. Of how we would have given you a very girly outfit for your birthday, because then at least someone in the family didn't walk around in jeans all the time. We'll think about you every day. You'll live in our hearts. I'll miss you forever and always. I'll love you - forever and always.
This poem is for my deceased cousin, Jayla Grace, who will live in my heart for the rest of my life. I love you, babe. <3