A Grandparent's Prayer Roseann and Henry Clever in Memory of Joel Ortwerth I could do this forever, Lord, Hold this warm baby, cradle his head to my heart, smooth the blanket, stroke his cheek, and whisper over and over Lord, May the only shadow in his life be the shadow of your wings. For my child's precious child, Lord, let there be light, let there be Christ.

Death of a Child Sandy Eakle Sorry I didn't get to stay. To laugh and run and play. To be there by your side. I'm sorry that I had to die. God sent me down to be with you, to make your loving heart anew. To help you look up and see Both God and little me. Mommy, I wish I could stay. Just like I heard you pray. But, all the angels did cry when they told little me goodbye. God didn't take me cause He's mad. He didn't send me to make you sad. But to give us both a chance to be a love so precious .. don't you see? Up here no trouble do I see and the pretty angels sing to me. The streets of gold is where I play you'll come here too, mommy, someday. Until the day you join me here, I'll love you mommy, dear. Each breeze you feel and see, brings love and a kiss from me.

If last nights dreams came true today, you'd be here with me for one more day. If last nights dreams came true today, I'd hold you and love you like never before. To see your face just once more. If last nights dreams came true today you'd be running and jumping like all the other kids at play. If last nights dreams came true today, My heartache would mend all the way. If only last nights dreams would come true today...

Oh little one if I had known it was to be our last day together I would have done it all differently. I would have taken you to the beach to hear the waves and to the mountains to feel the snow. I would have shown you rainbows and Christmas trees and ferris wheels. Or maybe I would have done exactly what I did Sing you to sleep, tuck you in with Teddy, and whisper goodnight.

Men Do Cry Ken Faulk I heard quite often "men don't cry" Though no one ever told me why So when I fell and skinned a knee No one came to comfort me. And when some bully boy at school Would pull a prank so mean and cruel I'd quickly learn to turn and quip, "It doesn't hurt", and bite my lip. So as I grew to reasoned years learned to stifle any tears. Though "be a big boy" it began, Quite soon I learned to "be a man". And I could play that stoic role While storm and tempest wracked my soul No pain or setback could there be Could wrest one single tear from me. Then one long night I stood nearby And helplessly watched my son die, And quickly found to my surprise That all that tearless talk was lies. And still I cry and have no shame I cannot play that "big boy" game, And openly without remorse I let my sorrow take it's course. So those of you who can't abide A man you've seen whose often cried, Reach out to him with all your heart As one whose life's been torn apart. For men do cry when they can see Their loss of immorality. And tears will come in endless streams When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

To Brett Eileen Knight Hagemeister It must be very difficult to be a man in grief, since 'men don't cry' and 'men are stong' no tears can bring relief. It must be very difficult o stand up to the test and field the calls and visitors so she can get some rest. They always ask if she's all right and what she's going through, but seldom take his hand and ask, 'My friend, but how are you?' He hears her crying in the night and thinks his heart will break. He dries her tears and comforts her, but 'stays strong' for her sake. It must be very difficult to start each day anew and try to be so very brave-- he lost his baby too.

Hi Daddy Clara Ordonez Hi Daddy, it�s me, Your baby girl in the sky. Won�t you tell me Daddy, why does my Mommy cry? Doesn�t she know I�m happy here, Heaven�s a beautiful place Oh, how it hurts me, Daddy To see tears streaming down Mommy�s face. Daddy, tell her I�m much better here, Jesus fixed my heart. But when I see Mommy crying, It just about tears it apart. I know it hurt you both, Daddy, When Jesus took me away. But you and mommy remember, We�ll be together again someday. I can�t wait to hug you, I never got the chance before. When it�s time for you to come, I�ll be waiting at Heaven�s door. Then you�ll both understand, Jesus knew where I needed to be. What a marvelous place to live, Just wait and you both shall see. Please let my Mommy know, Daddy, That I heard every word she said. And I remember her softly touching me As I lay in that hospital bed. ust one more thing, Daddy Before I have to go, I love you both very much And just wanted you to know.

Grandparents Are Survivors Grandparents are a special gift That God gives to each child. Their love outshines the brightest star... Their love can never be defiled. Oh, but when a child becomes an angel, Grandparents feel the pain and sorrow. Beyond any pain they've known in life... Or will ever come to know tomorrow. For a grandparent holds a special love For the child their child has had. And, to lose what they hold dear... Leaves them heartbroken and sad. Their legacy is their grandchildren... So how can they learn to survive? Will the dreams of their tomorrows Somehow be kept alive? Yes, a grandparent is a survivor... And life has taught them how to be. For their wisdom, courage & love Is carried from them... to You & me. Author Kaye Des'Ormeaux All rights reserved. Dedicated to each grandparent that has lost a grandchild. It is illegal to take or use a copyright poem or work without original authors permission.

The Rocking Chair Grandparents all over the world have a famous rocking chair. One that rocks the hurt away... One where love is declared. Rocking the hours of a day away, within a grandparent's arms. A child can feel the love emitted.... as they are secure from all harm. There are times when a rocking chair can feel the pain of a grandparent. The loss of a precious grandchild... Oh the ache for hours never spent! Yes, years of love for a grandchild will never be stolen or broken. Should death come between them... . The rocking chair holds words unspoken. So in honor of every grandparent No matter where you are... The memory of you & your rocking chair shines brighter than any star! Copyright Kaye Des'Ormeaux All rights reserved. Dedicated to the love shared with our grandparents.

Over The River And Through The Woods... A Grandparents Day Tribute To Those Who Have Lost A Child Over the river... And through the woods... To Grandma and Grandpa's House we go... Oh, if only it were that simple now... But we know there is still a path to our place... Maybe..over the clouds and thru the skies... For nothing can seperate us..not even space. Oh, how I remember you would run to me, And climb upon my knee, Rocking in the rocking chair, It was just you and me. We remember how you would hold our hands... As we walked along at the same pace... Just the two or three of us... With smiles upon our face. We remember reading stories... From 'Good Night Moon' To 'Green Eggs and Ham'... Never knowing it would end soon. I remember you were my baking buddy... Oh...the messes we would make... you would lick the batter from the bowl and spoon, And eat the icing off our cake.   :) I remember you loved to fish... Just Grandpa and you.... It didnt matter if you caught fish or not... It was so much fun for you two! We remember we would kiss it and make it better... Whenever you would get hurt and cry... But this was something we could not fix... Oh how we wish we didnt have to say goodbye. But, the days still go on.... As we think of you and pray... And will always remember you.. With each passing day. We will look to the stars... And we will look to the moon... And tell you we love you... And we will see you soon. Yes....there is still a path to Grandma and Grandpas house... I know..because I can feel you here... And your infectious smile still lights up the room... Just like it always did...and always will... each day throughout the year. Please God...if you listening... could you please watch over us... And all grieving  grandparents... Comfort us in our double grief... its so hard to see our child in pain... and not be able to help.... its so hard grieving the loss of our grandchild... who we miss more and more each day... Please give us strength, courage, love, and faith in you...to see us through day by day... month by month... year by year... and especially today.... On this very special Grandparents Day. Copyright � August 2001  Written by : Laura J/Heavenly Lights Childrens Memorial http://www.heavenlylights.homestead.com/ Used With Permission All rights reserved.

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