For Hannah who waits for me in Heaven
Ronda
rondam@cableone.net

God let us borrow one of his angels
We did not ask for how long.
We never imagined it would be so soon
that He would call his angel home.
She never had a birthday
or showed off her new shoes,
but she was so real to me,
this child I had to lose.
I never saw her laugh or smile
I never wiped her tears,
I'll never be able to hold her tight
Or take away her fears.
But she was the center of my life
as I felt her move and grow.
Why was she taken away from me?
Only our Father can know.

DELIVERY
Dixielady aka bgd

They said that I would never
Conceive a child.
To wish would be almost
The impossible dream.
The seventh year
I bore a son.
Three pounds of fighting
Life determined boy'.

He craved a brother,
This fair-haired four year old,
Even a sister would do!
We tried many times,
We often came close.
But our prayers were lost,
With the dying of the unborn.

We tried again and again,
For him
Almost five.
This journey as delicate
And as fragile as a rose.
Shrouded in tension
And mounting fear.

Until the final days
A sigh of relief
As my time grew near
I dared to feel excitement
and tender dreams
Of a bright tomorrow.

Placed on the table,
in the delivery room
Cold metal against my back
I Shivered with excitement

With the wonder of sharing
In the birth
Of this special child.
Feeling the pressure
Of the baby's head,
Anxious with the desire
Of being born.
The doctor working at my feet
Nurses busy all around
"Its a girl"
I heard him Say!

He placed her tiny ,
Still wet body,
Upon my breast
I view her,
My daughter
For the first
and last time.

"Stat" the doctor screamed.
"Code B"
As they whisked her from my arms
And my life.
There were many sounds
Of crying
Except my own.
I knew, why could they
Not tell me
That my little girl was dead?
The nurses eyes
Moist with tears
Spoke volumes
As they turned
And sadly walked away.

Honey!
Brenda Estrada
ccindi1@sirgeorge.com

Mother, many years has passed since you left us for a more peaceful place, and yet our very souls ache for you. Wait for us, Mom for what comforts us is the belief that you will once again hold us in your arms.

Your Children Augie, Olga, Norma & Brenda

Fallen Leaves
Andrew
Aspaschak@aol.com

Fallen Leaves

Before that Winter Came The leaves knew enough To fall and die I recall watching them drop From the Sugar Maples Drifting to the ground Waiting to be graved By freshly fallen snow

I knew that you too would lie below Winters white blanket Before the year would change I cried the tears of a son A friend of someone who knew The significance of your death Before it came

I avoided contact In your final days I was a coward unashamed I fear little I feared your death more than anything I ever faced

I thought of you and wondered why your death could not be as beautiful as that of the leaves still groping for some last minute hapiness for your life

I did my best to avoid negative thoughts I spoke to God out loud though I never questioned him for my faith is all that I had to get me through the loss;

the loss of you

I went to you in your final hours I was lost on an open sea of emotion you lay there grasping for air I looked hard in to your eyes knowing you were in there still By the way you squeezed my hand My palm sweating tears on its own

I told you I loved you One final time I gazed at your fraility and knew that death was knocking on your door soon we were playing the Platters we were all there those of us that loved you best but never as good as you loved us

This is your legacy that you loved better Than the rest better than anyone I have ever known I carry that with me through the darkness through the light through the emptiness of my own sorrow I hold it close knowing Love is always where true answers are found

You were a testament To Love

Because of you, we survived not only to live but to live and Love which is to truly live

We said good-bye in shock I walked for quite some time I am still walking now seven years later looking for you around each bend waiting for the phone to ring

To hear your voice once again

I feel you with me I am thankful for that I see you in the faces of my siblings across a crowded room in a quick smile you are there for a moment and then gone again

Moving On:

I turn the car off the exit knowing I will arrive soon To stand upon your grave and sing to you alone Your spirit will great me to soothe my soul I look forward to our visit each time I am thankful I have this place to go Where your body rests I feel you most there

ajs

Alone in Love
Amanda Maltz
Manny3120@aol.com

i hate the fact i love u so... i love the only one whos love i'll never know the truth about you and to who u give ur heart it hurt me so wen u sed we had to part but love may take us ona road full of twists and turns and if i must say there is much that i have learned: never give ur heart to guy as a love token unless that is u want ur heart broken to u i reveal the truth behind me the me people dont normally see growing so close it seems like ive known u for years your love has brightened the path and spread light upon my fears but even have caused me a great deal of tears as i cry i think of what u feel is this love? is this real? together we gaze or so i thought i wanted u and thats not what i got just a broken heart shattered into peices which no1 can put back together now i am incredibly alone... and i am telling u this just so u know u dont have to care... just recognize that im there i'll love u forever but u wont love me love hates me and it isnt fair

TO MY MOM
Valentyne Lang
vigalanti@bmts.com

NO MATTER WHERE YOU COME FROM, NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, WE SHARE ONE THING IN COMMON, WE LOVE A SHING STAR. THE STAR THAT I'AM REFERING TO, HAS A VERY SPECIAL NAME, AND THOUGH THEY'RE KNOWN AS MOTHERS, THEY ALL ARE NOT THE SAME. 'CAUSE IF THEY WERE OF THIS I'M SURE, THE WORLD WOULD SURELY SHINE, IF ALL COULD HAVE A MOM LOKE YOU, I'AM SO THANKFUL YOU WERE MINE.

I LOVE YOU MOM.......YOUR SON VALENTYNE.

TO MY MOM
Valentyne Lang
vigalanti@bmts.com

NO MATTER WHERE YOU COME FROM, NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, WE SHARE ONE THING IN COMMON, WE LOVE A SHING STAR. THE STAR THAT I'AM REFERING TO, HAS A VERY SPECIAL NAME, AND THOUGH THEY'RE KNOWN AS MOTHERS, THEY ALL ARE NOT THE SAME. 'CAUSE IF THEY WERE OF THIS I'M SURE, THE WORLD WOULD SURELY SHINE, IF ALL COULD HAVE A MOM LOKE YOU, I'AM SO THANKFUL YOU WERE MINE.

I LOVE YOU MOM.......YOUR SON VALENTYNE.

Papaw
Andrea Marie
sunshinerjt@hotmail.com

God saw he was getting tired, and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around him, and wispered come with me.

Through tear filled eyes we watched, him suffer and fade away, allthough we loved him deeply, we could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating, hard-working hands put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

"Dad"
Beryle Wyatte
bear@hypermax.net.au

No-one knows the heartache a loss like this can bring. I was shocked to hear you'd gone away 'cause to me, you were everything.

Every day without you is more than I can bare I wish that I could turn around and see you standing there.

I treasure all the simple things that life has bought my way from when I was a child, up until today.

They say time heals all wounds how could they every know? For they never knew you or how much I loved you so.

Now that you have been laid to rest, I feel that by knowing you I have been truly blessed.

This is dedicated to my father who was accidently killed in an industrial accident on 14 March 1997.

my grate grandmom
Angela
GodsBaby7@webtv.net

my grate grandmom was full of Gods love. she live her life in the way to show Gods love. she was sweet and she cared for others. my grate grandmom is now with our Lord Jesus. one day i will see her agin i can see it now.