This page is dedicated to our three "angels":
Matthew (1984)
Mariah (1993)
Shelby (1997)
Just For Those Few Weeks
For those few weeks - I had you all to myself.
And that seems too short of a time to be changed so profoundly.
In those few weeks- I came to know you, and to love you.
You came to trust me with your life.
Oh, what a life I had planned for you!
Just those few weeks.
When I lost you, I lost a lifetime of hopes, dreams, and aspirations.
A slice of my future simply vanished overnight.
Just those few weeks.
It wasn't enough time to convice others....
how special and important you were.
How odd, a truly unique person has recently died,
And no one is mourning the passing.
Just a mere few weeks....
And no "normal" person would cry all night....
over a tiny and unfinished baby.
Or get depressed and withdraw day after endless day.
No one would, so why am I?
You darted in and out of my life too quickly.
But it seems that's all the time you needed...
To touch my life so deeply.
And give me a small glimpse of eternity.
Author Unknown
I Am Still His Mother
In a baby castle, just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys, that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back, into this world of strife?
No, play on my little baby, you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent, and sleep forsakes my eyes...
I'll hear his tiny footsteps, come running to my side.
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet...
I'll breath a prayer and close my eyes,
And embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure, I rate above all other...
I have known true glory...
For I am still his mother.
Author: Susan Olsen
in memory of
Warren Robert Edwin Olsen
27.5.88 dec
My baby plays with angel toys, that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back, into this world of strife?
No, play on my little baby, you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent, and sleep forsakes my eyes...
I'll hear his tiny footsteps, come running to my side.
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet...
I'll breath a prayer and close my eyes,
And embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure, I rate above all other...
I have known true glory...
For I am still his mother.
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