Only a while now you have been gone,
For you, love, there would've been plenty
From heaven is where you came from.
No chance to feel you moving inside me
This week though I probably would,
But now from any pain you are free
And love you I knew that i would
I long to smell that baby smell
And see your first sweet smile,
I so wish i could have held you
If only for a while.
I long to rock you in my arms
And dream that all is well
Right at his moment I feel like I'm in hell
I know that one day we will finally meet
And you'll come running to me
With the tiny patter of feet
I'll hold you in my loving embrace
While you place sweet kisses on my face
And I'll get to do all the things for you,
All the things that mommys do.
Among the heavens mists we'll dance
We'll sing and laugh and dance and prance.
By Patricia Rogers written for Codie born at 17 weeks gestatation, 1 week after our loss and rewritten with a few extras 3 weeks after loss.
THE MASK IT'S PLAIN FOR ALL TO SEE
IS A SMILING HAPPY CAREFREE ME
I'LL LAUGH ALONG WITH ALL YOUR JOKES
AND SEEM QUITE HAPPY TO ALL OTHER FOLKS
THIS MASK WILL BE HERE FOREVERMORE
ALTHOUGH IT HURTS ME TO THE CORE
IT WILL BE WITH ME FOR ETERNITY
IT WILL NEVER EVER SET ME FREE
I LOST MY TINY BABY YOU SEE
LOST AT 17 WEEKS OF PREGNANCY
NO SWEET SMILES OR ROSY CHEEKS
I KNOW IT'S ONLY BEEN THREE WEEKS
BUT I WILL MISS YOU FOREVERMORE
TILL IT'S MY TURN TO KNOCK HEAVENS DOOR
SO THIS MASK I'LL WEAR TILL THEN
BUT WHEN THAT WILL BE I DONT KNOW WHEN
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY TRISH ROGERS ON WEDNESDAY 27TH AUGUST ON MY FIRST DAY BACK AT WORK AFTER LOSING CODIE
When the stream flows down the river
And when the sun shines down on me,
I'll think about you every day
No matter what people do or say.
I hoped you were still with us
I prayed all of that day
I love you Codie angel in the sky
See you later Codie
Up in heavens sky,
I was so very very sad and could just not cry,
So Codie i will misss you and cry and cry and cry.
By Laura, Codie's sister age 10
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still sometimes we will cry
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
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