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| Untitled There will be no late night feedings As I struggle from the bed There will be no checks for fevers By my kissing your forehead There will be no, "Mommy, I fell and skinned my knee" No "Can you make it better by kissing it for me" There will be no clinging parting As you toddle off to school There will be no "Go to your room" For the breaking of a rule There will be no fights on curfews Or "Can I use the car?" There will be no waiting up at night, Wondering where you are There will be no, "Help me pick out a ring" For that special girl There will be no wedding pictures For me to show the world There will be no more memories Than the ones I already have Not the first time you said "Mama" Or the first time that you laughed Only memories of your precious life Nearly from the start Until it stopped untimely Beneath your Mother's heart People will say you never mattered But remember that you do You will ALWAYS matter Because your Mommy loves you... ~Christine Schaefer~ Mommy of Michael Paul Born Still and Peanut Miscarriage |
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| And God Said... I said, "God, I hurt" And God said, "I know" I said, "God, I cry alot" And God said, "That is why I gave you tears" I said, "God, I am so depressed" And God said, "That is why I gave you sunshine" I said, "God, life is so hard" And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones" I said, "God, my loved one died" And God said, "So did mine" I said, "God, it is such a loss" And God said, "I saw my Son nailed to a cross" I said, "But God, Your Loved One lives" And God said, "So does yours" I said, "God, where are they now?" And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light" I said, "God, it hurts" And God said, "I know" Posted on the wall at the Oklahoma City Bombing Site by K.C. and Myke Kuzmic Stockton, CA |
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