As founder of MISS, I am so happy to be able to offer this to others through our web site. Alice, bereaved mommy to Grace Elizabeth, called me after hearing a nationally broadcast live radio show. She sent me this drawing and it touched my heart so much that we spoke about making this available to others it may comfort. "Safe in the Arms of Jesus" is beautiful and heartwarming. If you are a Christian, it will be a loving reminder of the bittersweet pain after our child's death.
In Memory of our Precious Angels,
Joanne Cacciatore, RTSC
There are two versions, one with Jesus holding a baby, the other with Jesus holding twins.
The actual size of each print is 8.5" x 11"
For each print sold, MISS will receive enough money to send out one parent packet to a family who has recently had a baby die.
Thank you for your support.
To Order:
$15.00 for plain print
$20.00 print with "Dear God" poem on back
add $3.50 for postage (Illinois residents should include 6-1/4% sales tax)
Send check or money order to:
Artistic Memories
501 N. Sampson
Tremont, IL 61568
If personalization is desired, include the following information:
Your child's name
Birth and Death date
Single child or twins with Jesus
Plain print or poetry print
Poem:
Dear God,
Can you hear me?
Please, God. Do you hear my cries?
The ones that echo pain deep within my mind and heart.
She is gone, God. My little girl is dead.
And I love her so.
I've tried to pray, to seek and to beg
Yet still, she is gone.
I would have given my life for hers...
I do not understand.
You see, God, she left so suddenly.
Without saying goodbye- or even hello.
How can it be that she has changed my life so?
How can it be that others think I should forget her so abruptly and go on with my life?
How can I pretend that she did not exist?
For her life and death has brought me on my knees, to You.
And now, I seek the peace, which only Your midst can harbor
To ease this overwhelming grief.
But, still God, I feel cheated.
I feel so very desperate for her presence.
I never looked into her eyes
I never told her how much she meant to me.
I never kissed her gently with the smile of a proud mother,
but only with tear burdened eyes.
But you can God.
Please, please tell her for me.
For I know she is in Your care.
Tell her that her beauty has left me many priceless gifts.
Tell her that I think of her- Everyday, every hour, every moment.
Tell her how deeply I love and miss her.
Hold her in Your majestic arms, just for me, Lord.
Rock her gently and whisper in her ear
Tell her that her Mommy aches for her, still and always.
For the only strength that remains is the strength which You grant me
In knowing that You, and only You, Father
Can love her the way that I do...
Amen
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