| We dedicate this page to our brother David, whom God chose from all of us, to be a beautiful Angel. We wish you could have grown up with us, but God had other plans for you. We know you are watching over us every day, and that you are the brightest star in the sky every night. Your loving Sisters and Brother, Deborah, Michelle, Patricia and Rodney. Sleep in peace our darling brother. |
| Song ~ You Are Always On My Mind |
| GOODBYE LITTLE ANGEL The saddest word I've ever heard is why? Why was your future cut so short? Why did you have to fly? I still have the aching, broken heart That cherished you with love, Why did God choose to take you To His nursery up above? I'll never know the reason why He could not let you stay, I only hope my pain will heal And one day, go away. I'm sure one day we'll meet again In Heaven up above, I'll wrap my arms around you babe And smother you with love, I'll write your name across the sky So everyone can see, My precious little David Is eternally with me. Love your mummy xx Written for Lorraine By Dawn Glenton |
| How can a mother ever bear to lose a precious son? How can she just go on in life as if nothing is wrong? The pain is so unbearable, but deep so you can't see How much she's really hurting, how awful it can be. Others just expect a mum to carry on with life, To carry others burdens, and lessen their own strife. How is it others cannot see the years don't mend her heart, She didn't want to suffer, or let her son depart. She only wants him here with her to once more feel complete, To cuddle and caress him, to hear his own heart beat. How can a mother comprehend to know her son is gone, How can we all expect her to just live and carry on? Her life will never be the same, this we know is true, Please try to walk in her own shoes, feel her pain right in you. If you have never lost a child you cannot understand, The sleepless nights, the heavy heart, the longing for his hand. She has to wait eternity, 'til our Lord calls her home, Before she ever sees her child and no more feels alone. She may have other children, and love them oh so much, But always and forever she will miss her child's touch, She loves to hear his name, for you to talk about him too, I cannot bear to think about poor mum, her life, can you? So next time that you talk to her, just understand her pain, And talk about her precious child, for he still has a name!!! By Dawn Glenton |
| A LITTLE FLOWER ONLY LENT, PLANTED ON EARTH TO BLOOM IN HEAVEN. Fly, fly precious one, be on your way, don't wait for me Escape the sorrow and the pain, and fly, again... Take your gentle happiness, far too beautiful for this.. And hold these memories bittersweet, until we meet... The moon will rise, the sun will set, I won't forget.... |
| A very much loved little boy now a beautiful angel with Jesus. |
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