My Beautiful Baby, Wolfgang
The Angels came and took my son,
They wanted him to go to Heaven to have some fun.
They wanted him there with to be with Jesus,
Though we will all miss him,
I will never forget how his smile would please us.
His eyes always sparkled
His grin always shone with excitement.
It made us feel like we were doing well with him.
I miss him very much.
He was only 7 and a half months old when he passed away,
"There is nothing more we could do," The Docs came to say.
Those words tore into my heart like a knife with a jagged edge.
Those painful words they came and said.
But now he is in a place where he will never be sad,
A place where all good things happen, nothing bad.
All of us miss him here ont he earth,
We all loved him since the day of his birth.
My son will be missed every single hour,
He was always my beautiful little flower.
I wish he was alive and well,
Because living without him sure has been hell.
The day he passed away, I heard a bell ring,
And keeping in mind the old saying,
"Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings!"
I know without a shadow of a doubt, he definitely
has received his wings upon arrival.
I know my family is spoiling him,
And with that in my heart and mind,
The wonderful memories of his laughter will never be dimmed.
In memory of my son, Wolfgang Henri Xxyzxyx Fritts, Born 27 October 1995, left to be with Jesus, 10 June 1996.
Age 7 1/2 months
By Mommy
From a Loved One In Heaven
I would not have you grieve for me today.
Nor weep beside my vacant chair;
Could you but know my daily portion here
You would not, could not, wish me there.
I know now why He said, "Ear hath not heard;"
I have no words, no alphabet
Or even if I had I dare not tell
Because you could not bear it yet.
So only this—I am the same, yet changed
Like Him! A joy more rich and strong
Than I had dreamed that any heart could hold
And all my life is one glad song.
Sometimes when you are talking to Our Lord
He turns and speaks to me, Dear Hearts,
In that rare moment you and I are just
The distance of a word apart.
And so my loved one, do not grieve for me
Around the family board today;
Instead rejoice for We are one in Him
And so I am not far away.
I Didn't Have Time To Pray
I got up early one morning
And rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn't have time to pray.
Problems came tumbling about me,
And heavier came each task.
Why doesn't God help? I wondered,
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
But the day toiled on, grey and bleak.
I wondered why God didn't show me;
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence,
I used all my keys in the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning
And prayed before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take time to pray.
In yonder's silent city,
Just beyond the hill,
Lie the forms we loved
Silently and still.
They all have spent their time
On this fair earth of ours.
Their bodies lie there resting
Held by unseen powers.
Their souls have left the body,
And passing through the door,
Have caused us all to wonder
What Jesus has in store.
"In my Father's House," said He,
"There are mansions far above.
To us these shall be given
Through obedience and love."
Please See Me Through My Tears
You asked, "How are you doing?"
As I told you, tears came to my eyes, you immediately
Began to talk again, your eyes looked away
From me, your speech picked up, and all the
Attention you had given me went away.
How am I doing? I do better when people listen
To my response, even though I may shed a
Tear or two, for I so want their attention,
But to be ignored because I have in me pain
Which is indescribable to anyone who
Has not been there hurt and feel angry? So
When you look away, I am again alone with it.
Really, tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They're Nature's way of helping me to heal.
They relieve some of the stress of sadness.
I know your fear that asking how I'm doing brought
This sadness to me
No, you're wrong! The memory of my son's
Death will always be with me, only a thought away.
It's just that my tears make my pain more visible
To you but you did not give me the pain it's just
There.
When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless?
You're not, you know!
When I feel your permission to allow my tears
To flow,
You've helped me more than you can know.
You need not verbalize your support of my
Tears
Your silence as I cry is my key to not fear.
Your listening with your heart to "How are you doing?"
Helps relieve the pain, because
Once I allow the tears to come and go, I
Feel lighter. Talking to you releases things I've
Been wanting to say aloud, and then there's
Space for a touch of joy in my life.
Honest, when I tear up and cry, that
Doesn't mean I'll cry forever.. Maybe just
A minute or two then I'll wipe the tears
Away and sometimes you'll even find I'm
Laughing at something funny ten minutes later.
When I hold back my tears, my throat grows
Tight,
My chest aches and my stomach begins to
Knot up..
Because I'm trying to protect you from
My tears
Then we both hurt..
Me, because I've kept the pain inside and
It's a shield against our closeness,
nd then you hurt because suddenly,
We're distant.
Please, take my hand and I promise not
To cry forever
(it's physically impossible, you know.)
When you see me through my tears
Then we can be close again.
*by Kelly Osmont, In memory of my son, Aaron Osmont, 14 July 1962 to 7 April 1982.
The golden gates were open
And Heavenly "Angels" smiled
And with their tuneful harp string
Welcomed the little child.
They shouted high and holy;
A child hath entered in,
And safe from all temptation
A soul is sealed from sin.
They led [him] through the golden streets
On to the king of kings,
And glory fell upon [him]
From the rustling of their wings.
The Saviour smiled upon [him]
As none on Earth had smiled,
And Heaven's great glory shone around
The little Earth-born child.
On Earth they missed the little one,
They sighed and wept and sighed,
And wondered if another such
As theirs has ever died.
All God's Children
"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said.
"For you to love the while he lives, and mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or -three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour vain,
Not hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with kindness, we'l love him while we may,
And for all the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;
But should the Angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."
