Cianán Boon

These pages are dedicated to our darling first son, Cianán.

Cianán was 11 days late. His birth was very quick, but not quick enough. He weighed 7lb 12oz & was
23 inches long. Mummy's long body and Daddy's good looks..

Sadly, we lost our darling Cianán at 3 days old. He was brain damaged due to lack of oxygen at
birth. We are so glad he looked at us briefly on his birthday. He sucked my finger and actually
turned his head towards us. I so wish we'd had more time with him. Very, very much loved and missed
every day, I long to hold him just one more time. Cianán will always be in our hearts, never ever
forgotten.

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Cianán is an Irish name (pronounced 'key-anan') a variation on Ciaran. Most people used the
shortened version these days, Cian/Kian. We like it because it's different.

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The following poem I have laminated with a picture of Cianán's footprints on. It now goes on his
grave every birthday from Mummy and Daddy..

"These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints, never touched the ground
at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy
and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. I'll let you know I'm with you, if
you give me just a chance.
You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in Mummy's heart, cause even though I'm gone now,
we'll never truly part."

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Another fave poem below. Cianán always has snowdrops by his grave on his birthday...

"Little Snowdrop

The world may never notice if a Snowdrop doesn't bloom, Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall
too soon.
But every life that ever forms, or ever comes to be, Touches the world in some small way for all
eternity.
The little one we longed for was swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted is a
light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty, our hearts know what to do. Every beating of our hearts says that we
love you."

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Cianán's grave has been covered in snow this year, and the ground very hard. Also, hungry bunny
rabbits, unable to forage for food, have been eating flowers put on graves! So we were only able to
put a few wooden roses on this year. Connor and Chloe put a new windmill each in the snow..

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