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Written by Kym-Maree Kuijpers
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Wednesday, 17 March 2010 19:10 |
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As I sit here wondering
alone with all my tears
I wonder what you'd look like
if you'd survived the years
I wonder what it would
feel like to hear you call my name
or laughing outside in the yard
or even crying out in pain
I wonder what your siblings would do
if they had met you too
even though they never knew
they would have loved you too
ill never get to hear your voice
or get to hug you tight
but I know that you are in my heart
and ill never forget that sight.
16/03/2010
In Memory of Destiny Maye Louise Kuijpers 1999
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Written by Linda Wasmer Andrews
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Friday, 12 February 2010 15:22 |
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There has been a death in the family.
There has been a death in the family.
No eulogy, no coffin,
No funeral, no black.
And yet,
there has been a death in the family.
No undertaker, no hearse,
No cemetery, no grave.
And yet, there has most assuredly been
a death in the family.
No belly, no fullness,
No lifeline, no baby.
There has been a death in the family.
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Written by Oceanna HallHeston
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Monday, 16 November 2009 06:16 |
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As we stand with empty arms,
broken hearts and shattered dreams
we envision tiny rosebuds
still held tightly by
nature's unbroken seams.
For no other human heartache
can possibly compare
with the death of one's own child
so gentle, small and fair
It is not always the aged
that dies and leaves us alone
Sometimes it is a rosebud
so tiny sweet & young
Never knowing the real reason
yet always wondering why.
Though our rosebuds did not flower
The love we shared, will never die. |
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Written by Mandi Loopy Lou Louise
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Wednesday, 19 May 2010 19:49 |
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The greatest gift I ever did feel
Was your presence inside me
The love so unreal it didn’t last long
7 days I re-call but you was still my baby
No matter how small an unwanted abortion ectopic
You see god’s choice that he took you
It sure wasn’t me,
I hear your whispers from time to time saying mummy
... Don’t cry I’m the sun that does shine
I’m the warmth that you feel on your pillow at night
I’m the star in the sky that shines so bright and
Although I’m not with you and wasn’t for long
Please mummy don’t cry please
Try to be strong god didn’t take me to make you cry
He took me because I belong in the sky
It’s only the best that make it so soon hey
Its great up here I’m close to the moon
So mummy be happy please don’t
You cry I may not be with you
But I sure didn’t die
xxxx love you always my Danielle Louise Summer xx |
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 19 May 2010 19:57 |
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Written by Robert Brault
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Monday, 16 November 2009 06:14 |
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The world’s a jigsaw, once I thought,
With each of us a piece to fit,
A predetermined Grand Design
And each of us a part of it.
I thought that God must surely have
A blueprint of His final goal,
And all who come into this life
Are meant to play some fated role.
But when my little Jessie died,
It seemed to me but sheer caprice.
Where fits a child in God’s design
Who never lived to add her piece?
How often did I walk alone
To still the anguish in my heart,
To ask why God would make a plan
In which my child had no part.
One day, upon a village square,
I happened by a tiny shop.
What random step had led me there?
What in the window made me stop?
It was a quilt, a crazy quilt,
Each piece a brightly-colored patch,
A joyful, glowing work of art
From scraps you’d think
would never match.
I looked upon the quilt in awe
To think a thing so oddly fine
Was stitched from fragments never made
To fit to anyone’s design.
I wondered then if God might wish
That in this way His world be built,
Each life a motley-colored scrap,
And He the weaver of the quilt.
If such be true, I realize,
My child’s life, though short it be,
Is yet a joyful, shining patch
In God’s eternal tapestry.
I looked upon the quilt and saw
A patch that seemed but sheer caprice,
So whimsical it made me smile.
I knew it was my Jessie's piece. |
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