A Place for Jewish Women Who Have Suffered a Miscarriage, a Stillbirth, Or the Death of a Child Younger Than 30 Days Old You are the visitor to have rested here for a while. May you find comfort in the support and love of the Jewish community.

Here are some poems and/or songs that may move you. You may want to use them in a memorial service of your own creating. If you'd like to share what you come up with, please e-mail me.] Leilah Tov (a children's lullaby, from the Hebrew) Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, we've had a beautiful day. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, we've had a beautiful day. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, all G-d's children are good. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, all G-d's children are good. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, good night [name of child]. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, good night [name of child]. You might want to add your own verses, as I have added mine: Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, your mommy so proudly loves you. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, she cuddles you close in her heart. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, in heaven we'll meet again soon. Go to sleep, pleasant dreams, not even time will pull us apart. If you write any, I'd love to read, and, with your premission, share them!] Why G-d Takes Children Author Unknown 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 so 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-by. So when a little child departs, We who are left behind Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find. Untitled Poem from Rick and Donna's Missing Children's Link click on the above title to read a poem of loss -- while the loss might be of a different type, you might be able to relate to the feeling expressed. The Mention of Her Name Author Unknown The mention of my child's name May bring tears to my eyes, But it never fails to bring Music to my ears.   If you really are my friend, Let me hear the beautiful music of her name. It soothes my broken heart And sings to my soul. Thirty Three Hours from Joanne Cacciatore's Home Page click on the above title read a tribute to the precious little time she had to hold her baby Cheyenne in her arms An Angel's Prayer I lost the original source, but please go to Joanne Cacciatore's Home Page for examples of this and more contained in her book Dear Cheyenne The Sitting Time Author Unknown Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers who say forget. Take up your armful of roses and remember them, the flower and the fragrance. When you go home to your sitting in the corner by the clock, and sip your rosethorn tea. It will warm your face and fingers, and burn the bottom of your belly.   But as her gone-ness piles in white, crystal drifts. It will be the blossom of her moment, the warmth of your belly, the tiny fingers unfolding, the new face you've always known that has changed you.   Take her moment, and hold it as every mother does. She will always be your daughter. And when the sitting is done, you'll find bitter grief could never poison the sweetness of her time. All In A Lifetime Edgar A. Guest ©1938 "I'll lend you for a little time a child of Mine," He said, "For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead, It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.   "I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain, Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?"   I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done." For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay; But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand." Angel Wings ©Charolotte Eiland Angel wings lifting high, taking prayer to God for you and I. Whispers of rustling around the throne, angel thoughts how they've grown. Always eager to protect and guard. Watching us like children, Playing in the yard. Angel voices soft and sweet. Cast each prayer at our Saviours feet. Is that a brush of an angels wing I feel? While in prayer, I reverently kneel? Hovering right by my side, Bringing God's instruction, to gently guide. These heavenly beings full of light Truly God's miracles in flight. Angels, angels all around from here to heaven they abound. Sit quietly and listen for them to speak if it is wisdom that you truly seek Once again I kneel and pray for friends and loved ones in need today. Angels to heaven quickly fly Watching over you and I. The Dash Between The Dates Author Unknown The service was over now, All had left and I was alone. I began to read the names and dates chiseled on every stone. The dates which showed whether it was Mom or Dad, Daughter or Son. The dates were different, but the amount the same, There were two on every one. It was then I noticed something, It was but a simple line; It was the dash between the dates. Placed there, it stood for time. All at once it dawned on me How important that little line. The dates placed there belong to God, But that line is yours and mine. It is God who gives this precious life And God who takes away; But that line between, he gives to us To do with what we may. We know that God has written the first date down Of each and every one, And we know those hands will write again; For the last date has to come. We know He will write the last date down, And soon, we know, for some. But upon the line between my dates, I hope He will write "Well Done." Welcome Home Author Unknown When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do. You musn't tie yourself to me with tears, Be happy that we had so many years.   I gave you my love, you can only guess how much you gave to me in happiness. I thank you for the love you each have shown, But now it's time I traveled on alone.   So grieve a while for me if grieve you must. Then let your grief be comforted by trust. It's only for a while that we must part. So bless the memories within your heart.   I won't be far away, for life goes on. So if you need me, call and I will come. Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near. And if you listen with your heart, You'll hear all of my love around you soft and clear.   And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and say: "WELCOME HOME" Afterglow Author Unknown   I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an after glow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done. One Sweet Day Author Unknown   Sorry I never told you, all I wanted to say, And now it's too late to hold you, 'Cause you've flown away, so far away.   Never had I imagined, Living without your smile, Feeling and knowing you hear me, It keeps me alive, Alive And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven Like so many friends we've lost along the way And I know eventually we'll be together One sweet day.   Darling, I never showed you, assumed you'd always be there I took your presence for granted, but I always cared And I miss the love we shared   And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven Like so many friends we've lost along the way And I know eventually we'll be together One sweet day.   Although the sun will never shine I'll always look to a brighter day Lord I know when I lay me down to sleep You will always listen when I pray   And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven Like so many friends we've lost along the way And I know eventually we'll be together One sweet day.   Sorry I never told you All I wanted to say.

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