Angel Unaware
Oh the longing we both had
to be a mommy and a dad
We put our hopes and dreams in you
He hoped for pink, I dreamed of blue
But for you God had a different plan
One we may never understand
We were visited by an angel
Though we didn't know it then
You were the answer to our prayer...
Our Angel Unaware
We barely got to say hello
Before we had to let you go
God breathed your name and called you home
So briefly here, so quickly gone
But in the stillness of the night
My empty arms still hold you tight
We were visited by an angel
Though we didn't know it then
You were the answer to our prayer...
Our Angel Unaware
In my mind I see you running
Chasing bees and butterflies
Soft hair gently blowing
Healthy cheeks, laughing eyes
In the quietness of the morning
When the mist hangs in the air
I hold you close within my heart...
My Angel Unaware
How can I miss someone so much
I barely had the chance to touch
Yet as you grew inside of me
I learned how strong a love could be
I knew you for a lifetime
I'll love you all of mine
We were visited by an angel
Though we didn't know it then
You were the answer to our prayer...
Our Angel Unaware
My Mom is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor.
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night,
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 on 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 Heavens doors I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heavens open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit 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.
Author Unknown
What Makes a Mom
I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard Him say.
"A Mother has a baby"
This we know is true
"But God can you be a Mother,
When your baby's not with you?"
"Yes, you can," He replied
With confidence in His voice
"I give many women babies,
When they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for the day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
But there's no need to stay."
"I just don't understand this God
I want my baby to be here."
He took a deep breath and cleared His throat,
And then I saw the tear.
"I wish I could show you,
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child's smile,
With all the other children and say...
'We go to Earth to learn our lessons,
Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come strait here.
I feel so lucky to have a Mom,
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lessons very quickly,
My Mommy set me free.
I miss my Mommy oh so much,
But I visit her every day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow's where I lay
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear.
Mommy don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I'm here.'
"So you see my dear sweet ones,
your children are okay.
Your babies are born here in My home,
And this is where they'll stay.
They'll wait for you with Me,
Until your lesson's through.
And on the day that you come home
they'll be at the gates for you.
So now you see what makes a Mother,
It's the feeling in your heart
it's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start
Though some on earth may not realize,
you are a Mother.
Until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day
and know that you are the best one!"
By Unknown
~ Litany of Remembrance ~
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind, and the calm
of its stillness, we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth
of spring, we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth
of summer, we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of
autumn, we remember them.
In the midpoint of the year, and as its
beginning and end, we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
we remember them.
Author Unknown
 
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