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Written by By suteishiijein 2008
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Sunday, 18 July 2010 21:03 |
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Don't let them say I wasn't born,
That something stopped my heart
... I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I’ve loved you from the start.
Although my body you can’t hold
It doesn’t mean I’m gone
This world was worthy, not of me
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms,
Someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was meant to be,
God doesn’t make mistakes
But that wont soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.
I’m watching over all you do,
Another child you’ll bear
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And then you’ll understand.
Although I’ve never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn’t mean I never was,
An Angel never dies.
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Written by Cyndee DeLong
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Monday, 16 November 2009 06:05 |
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Even though it hasn't been long
Since the day that you've been gone
People tell me, " time will heal......"
But not having you here seems so unreal.
I feel like I'm living in a dream -
Then reality hits......and I want to scream:
You are my baby , my first born - my son
And with your short life, I know I wasn't done.
With teaching and loving and caring that's true,
And all of life's treasures I wanted for you.
I keep thinking what would I do,
If I had another moment to say I love you.
How would I fill that moment I long of,
Except with words conveying my love.
I can't be thankful for what I have not -
But do try and be thankful for all I got.
The time with you so short and sweet,
You always were "mom's special treat."
Lord - my strength is ebbing from yesterday,
Please fill my cup of strength for this day.
Show me the stairway that I have to Climb,
Lord..... for my sake,
Teach me to take....
One day at a time.
Copyright 2006 Cyndee DeLong
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 02 February 2010 17:28 |
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Written by Ethel Roming Fuller
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Friday, 12 March 2010 17:53 |
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I, your guiding star? Ah, no.
You, the light by which I go-
The candle with the bright, small wick,
Whereof I am the candlestick.
In His wisdom, One once said,
"By a child you shall be led."
(I had no way of knowing how
Beautiful this truth, till now.)
O precious little beacon, burn
Along my course, until I learn
In all humility to be
Splendid as your faith in me.
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Last Updated on Friday, 12 March 2010 18:28 |
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Written by Elizabeth Dent
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Tuesday, 15 December 2009 19:04 |
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Go ahead and mention my children,
The ones that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending they didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my children,
Knowing that they have been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
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Written by Kim Kilian
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Thursday, 08 July 2010 09:35 |
Today is now your due date,
Everyone forgot but me,
Today I should be holding you,
and rocking you on my knee.
...but instead my knee is empty,
my heart is sinking too,
everyday you are on my mind,
but the thing is im not blue.
You came into my life,
for only a little while,
you touched my heart,
I saw you move,
you always made me smile.
I know you are my angel,
I miss you every day,
but when i look upto the stars,
I look up and I pray.
I pray you're up there playing,
and Gods looking after you,
til one day when my time is up,
Ill be there with you too. |
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Last Updated on Thursday, 08 July 2010 11:27 |
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