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A precious angel slipped away,
no one heard a cry.
No time for Dad and Mommy to sing me lullabies.
My time with you was much too short.
I had to leave too soon,
But love had joined us as I grew
inside my Mommy's womb.
It wove it's way within our hearts,
in all our hopes and dreams,
Until the very purest love became my tiny wings.
Although I could not stay with you,
I knew right from the start,
That once you felt your angel's love,
you'd keep me in your hearts.
I'm just a little angel but time was not in vain.
As dark clouds that surround you
give way unto the sun,
My precious parents you will see
that any heart will sing,
If only for a moment it is brushed by angel wings.
By Jean Rozon
"If you knew..."
If you knew where I am standing,
f you could see the lights I see,
if you could hear the angels sing eternally,
if you knew the One I'm holding could
see the smile "He" smiles at me,
if you knew where I am resting,
you would not cry for me.
I know you're confused,
about my leaving so soon,
but I'll be with you again,
maybe morning, night,or noon,
so I'll save a place for you.
Right beside the Crystal Sea,
if you knew where my mansion's standing,
you would not cry for me.
I'm resting in the precious arms of Jesus,
no other place would I rather be,
So if you shed a tear,
please don't shed it for me,
if you knew where I am resting,
you would not cry for me.
By: Steve Perry
~Remembering~
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 say "pretty good" or "fine."
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
By: Elizabeth Dent
~My Mom is a Survivor~
My Mom is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven's open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
Knows it's her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven's open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal.
by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
~The Cord~
We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord
That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't be seen
By any on Earth.
This cord does it's work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Is hard to describle.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.
I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!
~Author Unknown~
~A Mothers Love~
A mother's love is something
that no one can explain..
It is made of deep devotion,
and of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish,
enduring come what may,
For nothing can destroy it
or take the love away.
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters.
even though the heart is breaking.
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
it glows with all the beauty of the rarest,
brightest gems.
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation.
A many-splendored miracle
man cannot understand,
And another wonderous evidence
of God's tender, building hand.
Author: Helen Steiner Rice
~Remember Me~
To the living, I am gone
To the sorrowful, I will never return
To the angry, I was cheated
But to the happy, I am at peace
And to the faithful, I have never left
I cannot speak, but I can listen
So as you stand upon a shore
Gazing at a beautiful sea, REMEMBER ME
As you look upon a flower and admire its
simplicity, REMEMBER ME
REMEMBER ME in your hearts, your thoughts, your memories,
of the times we loved, the times we cried,
the times we fought, the times we laughed
For if you always think of me
I will never have gone.
~Unknown~
~Little Angels~
When God calls little children
to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold,
So he picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so he takes but few
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be good-bye.
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
~Unknown~
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