A Little Room In Heaven                          Theres a little room in heaven                          with windows all around,                          for you my precious baby                          to look down on this ground.                          From your little room in Heaven,                          your not far at all from me,                          for my precious little darling-                          your in my memory.                          So my precious little baby-                          be happy, and someday you will see,                          someone will be holding you,                          and that someone will be me.                          Momma never will forget you,                          with your little eyes so blue,                          the way you turned your little head,                          and looked me through and through.                          So until that house in heaven                          has an extra room for me,                          I'll keep you locked up in my heart                          and in my memory.                          To my Baby                          by Betty Smith

The After Loss Credo       By Barbara Hills LesStrang                  I need to talk about my loss.             I may often need to tell you what happened-             or to ask you WHY it happened.             Each time I discuss my loss, I am helping             myself face the reality of the death of my loved one.             I need to know that you care about me.             I need to feel your touch, your hugs.             I need you just to be WITH me.             (And I need to be with you.)             I need to know you believe in me and in my             ability to get through my grief in my own             way. (And in my own time.)             Please don't judge me now-             or think that I'm behaving strangely.             Remember I'm grieving.             I may even be in shock.             I may feel afraid. I may feel deep rage.             I may even feel guilty. But above all, I hurt.             I'm experiencing a pain unlike any             I've ever felt before.             Don't worry if you think I'm getting better             and then suddenly I seem to slip backward.             Grief makes me behave this way at times.             And please don't tell me you 'know how I             feel', or that it's 'time for me to get on with my             life'. (I am probably already saying this to myself.)             What I need now is time to grieve and to recover.             Most of all, thank you for being my friend.             Thank you for your patience.             Thank you for caring.             Thank you for helping, for understanding.             Thank you for praying for me.             And remember, in the days or years ahead,             after your loss - when you need me             as I have needed you-I will understand.             And then I will come and be with you.