| In Loving Memory Of Our 3 Angel Babies Our Parents Are Survivors Our Parents are survivors, or so we've heard it said. Tho' we often hear them cry late at night when they are in bed. We watch them lay awake at night and go to hold their hand. (They don't know we are with them to help them understand.) We watch over our loving parents, who think of us every day, Knowing in their sorrow, they keep our memory from fading away. And tho' they may wear a smile for others, it is a smile of disguise. Through Heaven's door we see the tears that flow from their eyes. Our Parents try to cope with their loss to keep our memories alive. And anyone who knows them knows it is their way to survive. As we watch over our loving parents...through Heaven's open door. We try to let them know we are now *Angel Babies* protecting them forever more. We know that doesn't help them much or ease the burden that they bear. So if you get a chance, go visit them...And show them how much you care. For no matter what they may say to you...no matter how they say they feel. Our loving parents have broken hearts that time will never heal! This poem was written by: Janet L. Fisher and dedicated to the three Fisher Angel Babies (1/97, 9/97, & 10/02) Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved. To Our Angels Three Time cannot erase the pain or memory of you dears, We often think about you and the memory brings on tears. We do not understand why you couldn't come to earth to live with us. We know God had a plan for you and trust in Him we must. That doesn't make it easier for us to try and comprehend, But perhaps it will ease the pain a little and help us to somehow mend. Just know that you are thought of, and missed in every way. And know that we will hold you three in Heaven some bright day. This poem was written by: Janet L. Fisher and dedicated to the memory of our Three Fisher Angel Babies (1/97, 8/97. and 10/02) Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved. |
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