| Poems |
| God saw that he was getting tired And a cure was not to be, So He put His arms around him And whispered "Come with me" With tearful eyes we watched, Suffered, and saw him fade away. Althought we loved him dearly We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest.. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. Author unknown |
| I chose this poem to be in the funeral program for Ryan |
| The Tiny Rosebud |
| The master gardener from heaven above Planted a seed in the garden of love. And from there it grew a rosebud small That never had time to open at all. For God in his perfect and all wise way Chose this rose for his heavenly bouquet. And great was the joy of this tiny rose To be the one our Father chose. To leave earth's garden for one on high, Whose roses bloom always And never die, So while you can't see your precious rose bloom, You know The Great Gardener from the "Upper Room" Is watching and tending this wee rose with care, Tenderly touching each petal so fair, So think of your darlings with the angels above, Secure and content and surrounded by love. And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too For dying your darling brought heaven close to you. Author unknown |
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| My Second Loss |
| "Good-Bye" to another baby "Why me?" I ask again I thought I'd paid my dues in life, I'm angry, once again. For Ryan was our second loss, I've been cheated, yet again. Appearing perfect, unlike Jesse, Still I had to let go, again. I longed for my baby to be healthy and strong, How jealous I feel, again. He lived for an hour in our armes, How sad I am, again. To mother my child for a few short hours, I did my best again. My heart aches even deeper, It happened to me, again author unknown |
| So You Want to Understand? |
| You say to me, "It's been a year. When will your grieving end? Why can't you be like once you were my smiling and happy friend?" If you really want an answer Though I wonder if you do, I'll take you deep inside me where sadness dims the view. First, my friend, for your sake Come close and take my hand, And we will pray that what I share You won't ever have to understand. The me you once knew is no more It died right with my child, A voice was stilled forever Yet the echo drives me wild. You say you lost your grandma So you know death too, Grandma however was not your child And she was ninety, not less than two. I barely survived those first few months Coping was a dreadful task, I'd tell you I was doing fine while sobbing behind my mask. If I talked about my precious child You turned away in fear, You couldn't stand to see me cry Nor woould you sharre my tear. I wanted you to speak of him Please, won't you say his nme? But you pretend he never was, So he died over and over again. Oh, I see that you're uncomfortable You no longer want my hand, So as it was before we talked My friend, You don't want to understand Author unknown |
| my babies are gone that is true but I remember them as if they were new. I loved them then and I love them now that will never change, but the lord has decided to take them away. I pray someday I will see them again and hold them and kiss them and do it everyday. I miss them more each and everyday because my babies have gone away. |
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| The following dreambook is gently dedicated to the special infant whose small hand has touched your heart and whose tiny footsteps will forever tiptoe softly on your soul. please share some words to your sorrow and have some healing of your heart |
