Sitting high on the hill I look over at this pretty setting. Taking in the cold fresh air in long deep breaths, a tear silently rolls down my face. I am in a special place, a sacred place. This place has a serenity that I have never known. I feel a sense of calm and peacefulness.
As the wind blows the little hill comes alive with bright windmills all twirling in the breeze, windchimes tinkle in the trees and it seems almost surreal. I close my eyes....... if you listen hard enough you can hear them - giggling and laughing as they swoop down to earth and then back to the heavens. They are happy, free to go wherever but always coming back briefly to this place where their little bodies were laid to rest. They are just spirits, little souls that are forever connected to us. When the sun shines through the gum trees, across this bright place you can almost see them, dancing and playing together. They are angels and through the mist of my tears I think I can see my little angel. He is smiling and even though I long to hold him, to touch him, I know I cannot.
He is with me always but it is here that I feel the closest to him. I sense that he is happy and nothing can harm him and knowing this eases my sadness. I sit and time almost seems to stop while I enjoy the sensation of him being so near.
It is time to go though I don’t want to leave him. The tears are again flowing and I wonder if the trickling waterfall at the bottom of this "Angels Hill" was created from the tears of all the mothers that had to say goodbye to their precious ones.
I look forward to the next time that I visit my son Declan and his special place. As I walk down the path I can almost hear them all whispering goodbye. I turn for one last glimpse and as if to say farewell the windmills all start turning in their colourful brilliance. This is a magical place.
Written by Lissa Marshall
August 1999.
It’s been a year, my precious daughter,
A year since we first heard your cry,
It’s been almost a year precious one,
A year since we said goodbye,
Four seasons come & gone,
With thoughts of you always lingering
in all we say or do.
In 9 long months of waiting
& 9 short hours on earth,
You touched us for a lifetime
and we will never be the same.
You blessed us with a compassion,
a caring we never knew.
The gift God means for us to share,
is our love for you.
God let us keep you but a moment,
But in that fleeting moment,
We held a precious gift from above
And our lives will be forever changed.
Written for Cristin Claire Shaffer
(May 17, 1999 to May 18, 1999)
by her Mommy
on her first birthday in heaven
May 17, 2000
We will love & miss you always
Mommy, Daddy & Big Sister Cassidy
"The Most Precious Gift of All"
Some may look upon you
As merely a replacement,
For one we lost so dear.
The one who was here
A fleeting moment
But always will be so near.
But my precious child,
You are a gift...
A gift , sent from above,
A gift, given in love,
By our dear Savior
Who looks on us
From heaven up above,
A sign of hope
A gift of joy,
That is what you are to us,
Our precious baby boy.
To Corey Patrick
With love from your Mommy
April 15, 2000
You beautiful boy, all plump and round,
How I have longed to hear your sound,
To see your longing eyes at last,
To hear your heart beat oh so fast,
I dreamt of your coming for many days,
Now I am left in a cloudy haze,
I miss you so and my arms ache,
God has you now and my heart breaks;
I long to see you every day,
You're never forgotten, the memories will stay,
Close to my heart you'll always remain,
God and friends will ease my pain,
Someday in heaven we shall embrace,
My love for you, no one can erase.
By Michelle Lakin, Keaton's Mommy
I remember your plumpness, your innocence sweet,
You would be one today
You would have made our family complete,
You would be one today
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
That I could hold you and call you mine,
I long for your smiles and laughter so
I wish for your cries like no one else could know,
You would be crawling or walking by now,
You would be one today
I try to proceed onward without knowing how,
You would be one today
There is such an emptiness, a deep, dark place
That soothing and comfort can never erase,
For that place of memories is important to me
It's all I have left of you and me,
My life has been changed by your short time here,
You would be one today
I long for the time when I can hold you near,
You would be one today
Your short, precious life I'll never forget
I struggle to look forward without regret,
I love you, dear Keaton, my treasure you are
A glowing, warm light, a glittering star,
When I see you in heaven, we will embrace,
You would be one today
What a joyous reunion in God's divine place,
You would be one today
You would be one
You would be.
By Michelle Lakin
For Keaton's 1st Anniversary
I know that it seems
that your world is all gone
you dreamed of this moment
and waited so long
It was a strange new world
and yes I was scared
but with the sound of your voice
I knew you were there
I knew you were there
when I started to fight
I wanted to tell you
that I was alright
So please dont be sad
and know that I'm there
forever in your memories
and in every prayer
And I want you to know
I'm with Jesus forever
And my purpose on earth
was to bring you together
Written with love for Katelyn
by her Daddy Ron
Loved & missed by her Mommy Amanda
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