"Everything I do" by Bryan Adams
This poem was written by Wendy Sundin
in loving memory of Krystin Dawn.
Startled from a dreamless sleep,
Darkness all around,
In the darkened house of night,
Listening for the sound,
She hears a baby's cry.
Only by a mother's ears will this sound be heard.
Only in a mother's heart will the joy be stirred.
She rises to the beckoning cry
That may be troublesome in another's eye.
To this mother it brings delight
To be awakened in the night
She hears a baby's cry.
Stumbling down a moonlit hall
Where pictures hang upon the wall,
Ababy girl alight with smiles,
Loved by all, this little child,
She hears a baby's cry.
Chilled by the air of night,
Heedless of her ongoing plight,
She continues on a mother's search
Of a child in the night,
She hears a baby's cry.
In a room once filled with light,
Now darkened, yet not by night,
In her mind nothings changed.
In her heart it feels the same
She hears a baby's cry.
In the corner a rocking chair
Beckons her to join it there,
Reminding her of times gone by
And a baby's favorite lull-a-bye.
She hears a baby's cry.
She rocks and sings "hush-a-by",
Till she no longer hears the cry.
As the sunrise chases away the night,
Darkness fills this mother's heart.
For instead of behold her baby's charms,
She sits staring at empty arms.
She hears a mother's cry.
this precious child for all of us to love.
He's touched our hearts,
He's filled our souls
But through all of this
there is one thing to know
our Father has picked him
cause he's pure as the snow.
The lord has taken Tucker
back to Paradise with him.
To live there eternally in a place with no sin.
And were all better people
because our hearts he has touched
So please Lord protect him,
Cause we love him so much.
I love you Tucker,
Your Aunt Jenni
when she lost her loving boy,
why did he have to go, she said,
couldn't understand why.
She didn't know at the time
her thoughts were heaven bound.
That her boy there with the angels,
on her was looking down.
He felt the sadness that she bore,
to the angels he did say,
that's my mom who's crying
have to help her out today.
He said, I have a message,
I'd like for her to read.
Want to tell of the beauty,
how I walk now with my friend.
I know her burden is heavy,
but if she could only see
the fun that I am having
she'd have no misery.
It's like I'm on vacation
up her in glory land.
I walk on streets of pure gold,
this she will understand.
When reading this she will smile,
then go on with her life.
She will be the mom she always was,
to my father be his wife.
I will hurry now dear angels,
before the mailman comes around.
My message has to go today,
on the train that is earthward bound.
I want mom to get my message
before bowing tonight her head.
She will know then that I am with her,
in spirit by her bed.
Author Unknown
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven's open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
Knows it's her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven's open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, call to her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart,
that time won't ever heal.
