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| In a baby castle just beyond my eye, My baby plays with angel toys money cannot buy. Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife? No, play on my baby, you have eternal life. At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes, I�ll hear her tiny footsteps come running to my side. Her little hands caress me so tenderly and sweet, I�ll breathe a prayer and close my eyes, and embrace her in my sleep. Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other. I have known true glory; I am STILL her mother. Author Unknown |
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| These poems have inspired and helped me with my long jorney of grief that has just begun. I hope they do the same for you |
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| Little Footprints How very softly you tiptoed into our world. Almost silently, only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon our hearts. ~Dorothy Ferguson~ |
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| God�s Flower Garden Sometimes we can�t quite understand Our great creators way. When he takes a life so young And leaves one withered , old, and gray. Whose life work seems finished, Perhaps is waiting for the call. While that life so young and tender Held so much here for us all. Then sometimes I get to thinking, Perhaps this world down here below, Is just a flower garden, Where God�s flowers live and grow. And perhaps when God is lonely, Like us, He loves to roam In His garden, gathering flowers, Just to beautify his home. Tho� He takes the full-bloomed flowers, Drooped and withered that need his care. Still he needs a bud or blossom, To scatter with them, here and there. So He takes a few choice blossoms, Just the rarest He can find, And because God needs them up in Heaven, Must comfort loved ones left behind. ~Author Unknown~ |
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| If I Could Take ~Author Unknown~ If I could take a minute out of each and everyday, To hold my child close to my heart and kiss her fears away. If I could take a minute out of each and every week, To play with blocks and peek-a-boo, tag or hide and seek. If I could take a minute out of any span of time, I�d never waste a second of the pleasures that were mine. If she could crawl up on my knee and lay her sleepy head, Upon my shoulder tenderly and dream of gingerbread. I�d spend my time in total bliss and watch my small daughter grow, From babyhood to childhood, knowing all there is to know. If I could stop my aching heart and put my mind to asleep, If I could stop the flow of tears that are always on my cheek. I only need a minute, Lord, I know she�s safe with you, But there�s something real important that I had no time to do. If you could do it for me Lord, here�s a message she should know, Tell her that I love her, then I�ll let her go. |
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| Bereaved Parent�s Wish List ~By Trina Walsh~ I wish my child hadn�t died. I wish I had her back. I wish you wouldn�t be afraid to speak my child�s name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that she was important to you also. If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child I wish you knew that it isn�t because you have hurt me. My child�s death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child, and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both. I wish you wouldn�t kill my child again by removing her pictures or other remembrances from your home. Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn�t shy away from me. I need you now more than ever. I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you; but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child, my favorite topic of the day. I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child�s death pains you, too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or real big hug. I wish you wouldn�t expect my grief to be over in six months. These first months are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die. I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that she is dead. I wish you wouldn�t expect me to not think about it or to be happy. Neither will happen for a long time, so don�t frustrate yourself. I don�t want to have a pity party, but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal. I wish you understood how my life was shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I�m feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you. When I say I�m doing okay, I wish you could understand that I don�t feel okay and that I struggle daily. I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I�m having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness, and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I�m quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky. Your advice to �take it one day at a time� is excellent advice. However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I�m doing good to handle one hour at a time. Please excuse me if I am rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes to fast, and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone. I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with her. I am not the same person I was before my child died and will never be that person again. I wish very much that you could understand my loss and my grief, my silence and my tears, my void, and my pain. But I pray daily that you will never understand. I hope that this list will help you understand the depth of the pain that is felt when a child has died. |
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