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My Mom is a survivor PDF Print E-mail
Written by Unknown   
Monday, 16 November 2009 06:55
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.

But I hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand

But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...

I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise.

But through Heaven's door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom..
.through Heaven's open door,

I try to tell her that angels
protect me forever more

But I know that doesn't help her
or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says..
no matter what she feels.

My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal!

Last Updated on Monday, 16 November 2009 16:42
 
Letter from Heaven PDF Print E-mail
Written by Christina Thomas   
Monday, 16 November 2009 06:51
I know my time with you was short,
There was only one thing I needed to be taught.

That the love from a mother
Is so strong and deep
That not even death will make it weak.

I learnt this fast
So god called my name
And it was time for me to go home again.

I now have my wings
So I can saw through the skies
And see you as tears fall from your eyes.

But please don’t cry Mum
I will always be near
Look in your heart you will find me here.

So please don’t worry
I’m happy up here
It’s safe and filled with love
You have nothing to Fear.

I know to understand this is difficult.
But please know
This is not your Fault.

I belong up here
I have a great job to do
And that’s to take care of all of you.


Thank you for this wonderful gift
You showed me love in its purest form
And remember there’s always a rainbow after the storm…..

Last Updated on Monday, 16 November 2009 16:45
 
Oh Mother, my mother PDF Print E-mail
Written by Unknown   
Monday, 16 November 2009 06:45
I touched your tears
invisble fingers soothing your skin
I know you think of me so often
in the day, in the night, in your dreams
going into an empty nursery
knowing I'll never be there
but I am...in your heart
in you soul, I shall always be
for you gave so unselfishly of yourself.
Inside of you, you created such a world for me
a world of laughter, of love
of sadness, of sorrow
every emotion people come to know
you shared with me.

And even though I may never
feel your arms around me
I felt your heart beating,
like a lullaby, singing me to sleep
and your spirit giving me a safe haven
already proctecing me nurturing me
preparing me of things to come.
But sometimes the journey
of life pulls souls apartand yes, I had to go on
to another place.I wish I could stay
I wish this was a decision I could make
and I know you do to.

Know this wherever you are:
I will always remember
that yours was the first love
the first joy, the first soul
I will ever know you gave me courage to
go on in my journey
I hope I can do the same for you
Your heart beat will always call me to you.
Love, your child

This is a poem i got with Mckenzie's hospital pictures
from the hospitals berveavement program.
Means a lot to me ....Crystal

Last Updated on Monday, 16 November 2009 16:47
 
An Angel’s Mummy PDF Print E-mail
Written by Kirstie Maguire   
Monday, 16 November 2009 06:37

An Angel opened the book of life

And wrote down my baby’s name

Then she whispered

as she closed the book

“too beautiful for Earth”


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In a baby castle just beyond my eye,

My baby plays with angel toys

that money cannot buy.

Who am I to wish them back ,

Into this World of strife,

No play on my child,

You have eternal life.


At night when all is silent,

And sleep takes over my eye’s

I’ll hear your tiny footsteps

come running to my side.

Their little hands caress and touch me

so tenderly and sweet.

I’ll breathe a gentle prayer and close my eye’s

and embrace you in my sleep.


Now I have a treasure

that I rate above all other,

The memory of the day that I became

“An angel mummy”

Last Updated on Monday, 16 November 2009 16:44
 
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