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| Some poems are wrote by me, some by others and a few have unknown authors. If you see a poem here that has an unknown author & you know who wrote it, please e-mail me so I can give them the deserved credit. If you'd like to add a poem that YOU wrote, please e-mail it to me & if I have room available, I'd love to add it. The best poem I wrote for Shaina (in my opinion) is on the 2nd page of Shaina's Scrapbook. It's called "Shaina Means Beautiful". The poem that was read at Shaina's funeral is on the 7th page of Shaina's Scrapbook. It's called "Life's Moments" Please be sure to check them out! |
| Little Things Matter Most I see your beauty in a newly bloomed rose- opening her soft, pink petals to the morning sun. I hear your whisper in the wind; without effort it blows- floating like a lullabye through the warm summer air. I remember your fragile face; the picture of perfection- resting still and silent as I held you close to my heart. I feel your tender touch by the softness of your baby blanket- gently held against my face, as the tears fall onto my pillow. I believe you're a precious miracle, unquestionably Heaven sent- imprinting memories of unlimited love forever on my soul. I cherish the lessons that only you could teach me- innocently showing the significance of a lifetime in one brief moment. I am blessed by the treasures that you reveal for only me to see- understanding now that the little things in life matter most. Wrote by: Jody Garber...Shaina's mommy..October 2001 Touched By An Angel I'd grown used to your kicks- becoming ever so strong. You must've like BBQ chicken, for I craved it often. I sang "Hush Little Baby"- it was your favorite song. I loved buying your tiny pink outfits- I'd want to shop all day long. I was even thrilled to fit into maternity clothes! I was feeling better, the morning sickness was finally gone. In the blink of an eye, there wasn't a heartbeat, something wasn't right. We didn't even get the chance to say "Goodbye". You were already gone, before you were born. You never took a breath, we never heard you cry. When I delivered you, your body was limp- you didn't move. My heart screamed, "Why, oh why?" My arms ached, at first I couldn't hold you. You were carried away before I even could see you. My body was ready to feed a baby, hungry and new- but I couldn't nurse you as most moms do. My heart was broke- you are my baby, but I couldn't keep you. I never got to rock and comfort you. I just couldn't accept this nightmare was true. Someday I will hear your laughter and see your smile, as you greet me at the golden gates. This time it will be for eternity, not just a little while. We'll walk and talk as mother and daughter. We'll cry happy tears, the tissues we'll stack in a pile. We will be together always- never to be seperated again, not even as much as a mile! I feel I know you well, but some didn't get to know you at all. They can see my deep love for you- it's so easy to tell. You were sent to us by God as a gift- out of the Heavens you fell. We are one of the few people in this world, who have been touched by an angel! Wrote by: Jody Garber...Shaina's mommy...October 2001 |
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| The Sitting Time Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers who say forget. Take up your armful of roses and remember them the flower and the fragrance. When you go home to do your sitting in the cornor by the clock and sip your rosethorn tea It will warm your face and fingers and burn the bottom of your belly. But as her gone-ness piles in white, crystal drifts, It will be the blossom of her moment the warmth on your belly, the tiny fingers unfolding, the new face you've always known, That has changed you. Take her moment and hold it As every mother does. She will always be your daughter And when the sitting time is done you'll find bitter grief could never poison the sweetness of her time. Wrote by: Joe Digman from Portland, Oregon. Published in the booklet "When Hello Means Goodbye". The wonderful booklet was written by: Pat Schwiebert, RN and Paul Kirk, MD For more info. about ordering this booklet or other helpful books..write: Perinatal Loss 2116 N.E. 18th Ave. Portland, Oregon 97212 or call: (503)-284-7426 Please Don't Tell Them You Never Got To Know Me It is I whose kicks you will always remember, I who gave you heartburn that a dragon would envy, I who couldn't seem to tell time and got your days and nights mixed up, It is I who acknowledged your craving for peach icecream by knocking the cold bowl off your belly, I who went shopping and helped you pick out the "perfect" teddy bear for me, I who liked to be cradled in your belly and rocked off to dreamy slumber by the fire, It is I who never had a doubt about your love, It is I who was able to put a lifetime of joy into an instant. Wrote by: Pat Schwiebert...published in her booklet "When Hello Means Goodbye" The Mention Of Her Name The mention of my child's name May bring tears to my eyes, But it never fails to bring Music to my ears. If you are really my friend, Let me hear The beautiful music of her name. It soothes me broken heart and sings to my soul. Author unknown |
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