POEMS
TearsIf tears could build a stairway,and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to Heavenand bring you home again.No farewell words were spokenno time to say goodbyeyou were gone before I knew it,and only God knows why.My heart still aches in sadnessand secret tears still flow,what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know.~Author Unknown
A Baby Asked God
'They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?'God said, 'Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.'The child further inquired, 'But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.'God said, 'Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy.'Again the child asked, 'And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?'God said, 'Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak .''And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?' said the newborn.God said, 'Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.''Who will protect me?' said the child.God said, 'Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.''But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.'God said, 'Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.'At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked,'God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.A Pair Of ShoesI am wearing a pair of shoes.They are ugly shoes.Uncomfortable shoes.I hate my shoes.Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.Yet, I continue to wear them.I get funny looks wearing these shoes.I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.They never talk about my shoes.To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.There are many pairs in this world.Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.Some have learned how to walk in them so they dont hurt quite as much.Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.No woman deserves to wear these shoes.Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.They have made me who I am.I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Letter From Heaven
To my dearest family some things I'd like to sayBut first of all to let you know that I arrived today,I'm writing this from Heaven. Here I shall dwell with God aboveHere, there's no more tears of sadness. Here is just eternal love.Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sightRemember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was throughGod picked me up and hugged me and He said "I welcome you,It's good to have you back again,you were missed while you were gone,As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.I need you here badly, you are part of my planThere's so much that we have to do to help our mortal man."God gave me a fist of things that he wished for me to doAnd foremost on the list was to watch and care for youAnd when you lie in bed at night, the days chores put to flightGod and I are closest to you . . in the middle of the night.When you think of my life on earth and all those loving yearsBecause you are only human, they are bound to bring you tearsBut do not be afraid to cry, it does relieve the painRemember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.1 wish that I could tell you all that God has plannedIf I were to tell you, you wouldn't understandBut one thing is for certain though my life on earth is o'erI'm closer to you now than I ever was before.There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climbBut together we can do it by taking one day at a time.When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mindI'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behindAnd when it's time for you to go . . from that body to be freeRemember you're not going . . you're just coming here to me
Who Am I Now That My Child Has Died?
That's often the question that is asked by every parent of child loss. Life has changed. We have changed. We view life differently. We gain new friends and often lose old friends. We don't know where we fit in now that our child has died. We struggle through the daily tasks of life -- even getting dressed is often a task. Life is a big mess for us and even harder is trying to understand why others don't get the pain and daily struggles we're going through. We feel isolated and so alone. And, there's only one thing that could make it better. Our child. Oh, how much it hurts to lose a child that was our life, part of our very soul, and so much of our reason for living!
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A CHILD LOANED
I'll lend you for a little timeA child of Mine, He said,For you to love the while he livesAnd mourn for when he's deadIt may be six or seven years,Or twenty two or three;But will you 'till I call him backTake care of him for me.He'll bring his charms to gladden youAnd should his stay be brief;You'll have his lovely memoriesAs solace for your grief.I cannot promise he will staySince all from earth return,But there are lessons taught down thereI want this child to learn.I've looked this wide world overIn my search for teachers true;And from the throngs that crowd life's lanesI have selected you.Now will you give him all your love,Nor think the labour vainAnd hate Me when I come to callAnd take him back again?I fancied that I heard them say"Dear Lord, Thy will be done;For all the joy Thy child shall bringThe risk of grief we'll run.We'll shelter him with tendernessWe'll love him while we may;And for the happiness we've knownForever grateful stay.But should the angels call for himMuch sooner than we planned;We'll brave the bitter grief that comesAnd try to understand.
Understanding The Situation Of Grieving Fathers
Grieving fathers respond to the sad event very differently - and sometimes in a way that puzzles mothers, as many don't show their grief.To all grieving mothers: this is very common, not necessarily a need to worry and can have many, often several causes.Fathers often see themselves as providers, emotional stronger, and take on the role of holding the "family ship" above water when everything else is falling apart.Men are used to deal with their emotions in an different way.Many grieving fathers need to return to work soon after the sad event and function there. A fathers grieving sadly often doesn't find acceptance at work.A Fathers relationship to his child is often very different to a mother-child relationship. Especially, if the child died before birth, fathers have fewer and less tangible memories.
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CANDLES And BALLOONS
Much like our lives of many dreamsOur balloons have many coloursThey float their way into the skySome red, some green, blue, many huesThey float so high to take our painAway to where our angels waitTo read our words, to bless our livesWe watch forever as they riseWe have all seen heaven's falling embersHelps us remember our special angelsReflected today in our candles lightWay up, way up high where our balloons flyFam'lies together, now always as oneTo help share the pain to carry each crossIt's a soul deep hurt that's less when we shareKnowing a smile, a touch will ease our lossOur hearts in sorrow sharing tears that fallSharing the lament of a young soul lostFam'lies together grieve, knowing each painKnowing the deep hole our missing ones leaveCandles and balloons, bridging our deep hurtOur Hunter Valley to a wider worldFrom my world to your world across the blueCandles, balloons, hearts and hands span the voidWe watch forever as they float awaySpanning the void of pain and broken heartsInto the twilight, into the moonlightInto the beyond, they carry our love� David Cosh'Cornubia' February 2012
Loss
As I look up to the skies above,The stars stretch endlessly--But somehow all those rays of lightSeem dimmer now to me.As I watch the morning sun appear,The shadows still don't fade--As if the brightest light of allWas somehow swept away.Though I see the branches swaying,And watch their dancing leaves--The echoes carried on the windDon't sound the same to me.As I listen to the morning birdsSing softly from afar--It seems to be a mournful tuneThat echoes in my heart.Another day has come again,As time moves surely on--But nothing now seems quite the same,To know that they are gone.The days and weeks and months aheadWill never be the same--Because a treasure beyond wordsCan never be replaced.The loss cannot be measured now,The void cannot be filled--And though someday the grief may fade,their mark will live on still.For even with my heavy heart,I know that I've been blessedTo have been one who's life they touchedWith warmth so infinite.
