| These two poems were found for me by my Mom Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died you know. Don't worry about hurting me further, the depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry, I'm already crying inside. Help me to heal by releasing, the tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child, Knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how I was doing, I said "pretty good" or "fine". But healing is something ongoing, I feel it will take a lifetime. ..... Author Unknown My Little Boy Your little boy cries too much, My little boy makes no sound. Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib, Mine lies cold in the ground. Your little boy woke up today, My little boy never will. Your little boy laughs and plays, My little boy lies still. Your little boy makes you proud, And just as proud am I. Cause while your little boy is learning to walk, My little boy can fly! ...... Author Unknown This is a poem that my mom wrote for me: Mommy's Little Boy The day began quite early as the pains began to start You entered this huge world and quickly grabbed our hearts. There was one thing quite evident, Twas the room filled full with joy, Because we knew from the beginning you were Mommy's Little Boy. Oh so many people loved you that was obvious I am sure, And you were one mighty fine little brother of that we knew you were. But there was STILL one thing quite evident amongst the love and all the toys, No matter how hard we tried and what love we had to give, You were always going to be.... Mommy's Little Boy. Then came that very sad day, when you knew you had to leave, You left behind so many people who sadly had to grieve. But there was STILL one thing quite evident, With the absence of great joy, No matter that you had gone to heaven, You were still ... Mommy's Little Boy. The days at times are long and cold, At times too cold to bear, Made colder by the things that we all miss Like all that love you had to spare. But through our pain and sorrow, and absence of great joy, There is STILL one thing quite evident You will always be.... Mommy's Little Boy. Written for Brayden's Mommy If I could take away the pain I would. Love you, Mom October 24, 2001 Home More Poems |