I’ll Hold You In Heaven ~Author Unknown~ From the very beginning I loved you as I made plans to hold you and rock you you were so tiny and helpless as you lay in my womb, something went wrong and soon you were gone; my young heart was broken my tears ran like rain, I’d never known such heartache and pain. You looked exactly like me, my nose, hair and eyes even though they never opened. Would you have been big and tall or tiny and small? I had dreams for you that reached to the skies. Thanks to Jesus, I’ll see you in Heaven. I’ll hold you in Heaven someday, when my trials on Earth pass away the angels have rocked you, the Lord watches over you, I know you’re waiting for me: I never can ever let go, and say “Goodbye” because I know in my heart I’ll hold you in Heaven someday. |
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| I Am Not There ~Mary Frye~ Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not here, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room, I am the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die. **This poem was included in the pamphlets that were handed out at Dionna’s services. |
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| I Am With You ~Author Unknown~ Once I lived in my mother’s womb A place for me to flourish and bloom And in that place I felt such love Until the day I was called from above The angels came and took me away Because on earth I couldn’t stay But my mother didn’t want me to go Because she really loved me so So I spoke to God and made a deal That would help my mummy’s heart heal And so God said that I could visit But at certain times-there was a limit Now I watch her visit my grave I send her courage to make her brave And in the night when she cries I am there to wipe her eyes And when she sits and thinks of me I am there sat on her knee When she thinks that no one cares I am there stroking her hair When its hard for her to carry on I am there to make her strong For when you carry love in your heart You never really are apart |
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| Jesus has a Rocking Chair ~Author Unknown~ Many hope of Moms and Dads Trying to have children of their own Some will never get the chance Others do see them grown For those who are expecting That precious baby soon But then it’s gone before it Ever leaves the safety of his Mother’s womb Jesus has a rocking chair And he holds that precious baby With oh such tender care He takes the place of Mom and Dad The greatest parent a child could ever have Don’t worry about the children there Jesus has a rocking chair |
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| These poems have inspired and helped me with my long jorney of grief that has just begun. I hope they do the same for you |
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