| Poems For My Precious Matthew James |
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| The poems on this site are my own thoughts and feeling...They have been written to express how I am feeling and are being shared with you to give you an idea of the pain and heart ache I am going through...I invite you to use my poems on your site but please place my name along with the poem...These poems hold all my emotions and feelings and I would apreciate if you keep them belonging to me...Thank you... |
| Matthew's Goodbye Hello Mommy, It's Me Matthew... I came to watch you sleep... I noticed you are crying.... Even in your dreams you weep.... Mommy, I know your heart is aching... And you feel so empty inside.. I want you to know its not your fault.. I know you really tried... Although you can not feel me... And hold me in your embrace... I am still here Mommy... I always leave sweet kisses on your face.. While I was with you... Although the time was brief... I never meant to make you cry... And suffer so much grief... I loved the time we shared... In your womb is where I layed... I know you wanted more... I know your dreams have begun to fade. I'm so glad God gave you me... You would have been great... Mommy, remember, you still are my Mother... In the arms of Jesus is where I wait.. While I was on earth... Your voice was loving and sweet... I heard the beating of your heart... Tummy to hand is where we would meet... You promised to give me the world... And Mommy, you gave me your all... Now its my turn Mommy... I promise to catch you when you fall... My wings are wrapped around you... Keeping you warm at night... I'll hold onto you forever... Never leave you out of my sight... While you were my earth Angel.. Giving me all your love... Now I am your Angel Mommy... Keeping you safe from up above... Its ok to cry Mommy... Its ok to scream... Because I am here with you.... Yes Mommy, thats me in your dreams... I love you Mommy... Please don't think of this as Goodbye... I will be back , I promise... I am your Angel standing By... Melanie Lynn... 2002 |
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| Why I often think what have I done, For the world to be so cruel, And take my son... Why am I lonely, why must I hurt.. Why is my arms empty... And Matthew buried in the dirt.. Why did God take him away.. I needed him, wanted him... Oh God, Why didn't he stay... I've packed away his clothes, cradle and things.. Painted the room... And took back the swing... Now I sit and stare at the empty room.. and hold his picture tight... And pray to be with him soon... Why must I lay here, curled up in a ball... I cry at night and pray... To my knees is where I fall.. Why did I lose him, myself I embrace.. staring t the heavens... tears running down my face... Matthew was my world, my precious little one.. Why God Why.... Why did I lose my son.... Melanie Lynn...2002 |
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| Feeling so Alone.... |
| So Lost... |
| And so Empty Inside.... |
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| The Rose... I stood there staring at his grave... a tear rolling down my cheek.... I held the rose close to my heart... trying to find the words to speak.... The rose was soft to the touch... and beautiful to the sight.... With pedals as soft as silk... And pure and elegant white... The rose I held was meaningful... It was all that I could give... I would have given so much more.. If only he had lived... As my heart began to shatter... staring at his grave.... The rose held all my love... all the love I had saved... I kissed the rose one last time... and kneeling down I cryed... For the rose was left for Matthew... Along with all my love I had inside... |
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| Moving On It's been a couple of months now.. Since I saw you last on that day... The day that changed my life... In the most horrible way.. The Cards have all stopped coming.. The "I'm Sorrys" are all gone too.. Everyone went on with their lives... I have to try and go on without you.. I take one day at a time... But inside I feel like I'm dying.. You may see a smile on my face.. but inside I am really crying... They all have seem to move on. But I'm not ready at all... While your sound asleep at night.. I'm awake as the tears start to fall.. I listen to other Mothers.. As their stories go on and on... Would they like to hear what I have to say? Am I still a mother when my child is gone? I wish I could turn back time.. and change that horrible day... But I know I cant do a damn thing.. Not even a wish can take my pain away.. So Although you have moved on... And continued on with your goals.. I'm still a mother without a child.. Like a human without their Soul.. And when you think I'm over this pain.. Remember that I'm not.. I will never forget about Matthew... I will never say Oh I forgot.. Everyday is a challenge... And days turn into years.... I'll jump the hurdles at my own pace... Allow me to shed each and every tear.. So when you think I am doing well... And think my grieving is done... Remember my arms are still empty... My grieving has just begun... Melanie Lynn 11/25/2002 |
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