| **These poems were written by my mommy. Please do not take them without asking her. That would break her heart. Thanks, ~Dionna Rose~ |
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| ~She’s My Baby Too~ Friends always seem to ask “how’s your wife doing? It must be very hard on her” They never ask “How are you doing today?” Don’t they realize she’s my baby too. To be a man in grief-not allowed to cry is difficult. I am supposed to be strong and courageous But my heart’s breaking inside Because she’s my baby too. If I seem quiet, withdrawn, or angry don’t be upset. It is my way of grieving, coping, and trying to understand- Just give me a hug, a pat on the back, and ask “How are you today?” Instead of asking only how my wife is doing Because my baby died too. I hear my wife crying at night. I dry her tears but feel helpless because I can’t make everything alright Sometimes I need to cry also and pray that she could still be alive Because she’s my baby too. At times I hear my son cry out “why can’t my baby sister come back?” I try to explain to him so he’ll understand- She’s an Angel up in Heaven now watching over us. But even I can’t comprehend why she’s gone and not here with us. She’s my baby too. It’s very hard to know the future plans I had will never take hold. I won’t get to hear her laugh or cry, see her grow up- Never walk her down the aisle It’s a hard reality to face- My baby died too. God, until I get to see her again, Please hold her tight and make sure she’s alright Let her know I love and miss her Because she’s my baby too. Written by Tarra for her husband Rick forever parents of Dionna Rose Candelaria(12/28/2002) Born still-still loved |
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| ~Mama and Daddy~ Remember me with a smile for I am not gone-I live in your memories, heart, and in heaven-Every time you feel the wind or rain, I am there. Every time you see a rosebud, rainbow, or a star, I am there. I did not die too young because I lived my life, though to brief, within your womb and within your love and hearts. Many people live a lifetime and have not felt love like I have. I will never know pain or fear. To honor my memory, live your life in love-because in that love I live. Speak my name with kindness and a smile-remember me as a part of your family. I am an angel with wings learning how to fly. I am a rosebud in God’s garden. Don’t doubt that we will meet again and hold each other. Until that glorious day, close your eyes and watch me fly away with God. I am growing in heaven and waiting for you. Written by Tarra In loving memory of our beautiful daughter, ~Dionna Rose Candelaria~ Our forever Angel Baby Born still-still born |
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