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I have put the poems on 3 pages. Page 1 is poems that express how it feels to lose a child, page 2 express what a grieving parent wants/needs, page 3 are poems of encouragement for those who have lost a child. There is also a special page for poems/songs that have been written about Sarah.

I Lost My Child Today

I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry,
As I just sat and stared, dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say,
To try and make the pain go away,
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.

I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
Some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream.
This can't be real. I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside,
God, help me, I want to die.
I lost my child last month.

I lost my child last year.
Now people who had came, have gone.
I sit and struggle all day long,
To bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question, Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song.
Good heavens, it has been so long.
I lost my child last year.

Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it has disappeared.
My eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your face,
"She must move on and leave this place."
Yet I am trapped right here in time.
The songs the same, as is the rhyme,
I lost my child.......Today.

They Say

They say that time will heal my heart
I found this is not so.
You see, with you, my heart went too,
So many months ago.
They say I must get over this,
I have a life to live.
You are my life, and to have you back,
Oh, what I would not give.
They say that you are happy now,
In a better place then I.
This, my son, I know is true
As tears fall from my eyes.
They say that you can hear me now,
I hope that this is true.
I look and listen, day and night,
for just a glimpse of you.
They say to give it all to God,
Do this without delay.
But isn't that just what I did,
one year ago today?

My Dad is a Survivor

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 16, 1998
Dedicated to any man who
has lost his child

My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But there's times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heaven's up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love!

GRIEVING SILENTLY
~~author unknown~~

Why must I grieve silently,
When my heart is so loudly screaming?
The emptiness I feel is consuming me,
Oh God, how I wish I were dreaming.

The silence around me is deafening,
For nobody knows what to say,
To comfort this agony I'm feeling,
Since my daughter went away.

And each day the sun continues to rise,
And the earth is still turning,
Though my world has come to a screeching halt,
No one can ease my yearning.

For a part of me has vanished,
And a part of my heart has died,
And no one can hear my heartache,
Or feel the turmoil I carry inside.

And I'll go on grieving silently,
And exist on a different plane,
And I'll keep my love for her deep in my heart,
Until we see each other again.

My Mother is a Survivor
By: Kaye Des'ormeaux

My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said
But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand
She doesn't know I am with her to help her understand
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away
I watch over my surviving Mom who thinks of me each day
She wears a smile for others, a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door, I see tears flowing from her eyes
My Mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive
But anyone who knows her, it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving Mom through Heaven's open door,
I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore
I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden that she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her and show her that you care
For no matter what she says, no matter what she feels
My surviving Mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal.

Do you know?

Does any one know what it is like to lose someone that you loved more
than life itself?
Do you know what it is like to wish you were dead, to wish that tomorrow
would never come?
Do you know what it is like to put a mask on and pretend that you are OK
and that everything is fine?
Do you know how I feel when I question my existence and why I might be
left behind?
Do you know when I cry and feel a loneliness that only the one I lost
can quench?
Do you long for physical hugs and the words "I love you" that you will
never hear again?
Do you know what it is like to think of the "what ifs" that can drive
your crazy?
How does it feel to realize that you were powerless to protect the one
you wanted to shelter the most?
Do you know how it feels to want to be a hermit, to isolate yourself
from those around you because you know they can't understand?
Do you know that time doesn't heal - that the loss you feel is there
forever?
Do you know what it is like to feel exhausted, not knowing what to do or
how to move forward?

How can I go on?
What is the meaning of life?
Is there a God?
What if there isn't?
Why???????? What did he do to deserve to die? What did I do to deserve
such torment?

The Mask

I feel as if I am buried alive
Yet I smile and respond with "Fine, thank you."
I have been appropriately conditioned, like fine leather
That no one wants to hear the painful truth.

An essential part of me, a limb
A constituent of my earthly being
Has been violently amputated.
Yet I laugh at the mediocre conversations
A verbal splash in a shallow puddle
Pretending to be a player of the words
That no longer have meaning.

My heart has been ripped from my bosom
No benevolence granted
No explanation
No apologies
Only cataclysmic pain
Only agony
No anesthesia remains, just the bitter pain.
Yet I wear the mask
Day to Day.

Pretending I fit in
But really I'm a foreigner to this new land
An alien language they speak.
And as I attempt to translate the words
Still, they mean nothing to me.

Sequestered in the mask
They hear not the music I dance to
Nor the words I speak
Nor the pain I echo
Nor the native language of my eyes
They will never really know me, behind the mask.

Dear Cheyenne � 1996 revised 1998 by Joanne Cacciatore

~~Untitled~~

A million times we've needed you
A million times we have cried,
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died.
In Life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still,
For in our hearts you hold A place
no-one could ever fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you did not go alone,
For a part of us went with you
The day God took you home.

~Author Unknown

I'll Carry You In My Heart

Why God takes little ones
I swear I'll never know
You had so much life to live
It just wasn't time to go.

For comfort now, I think of you
With tiny little wings
Up above, in a Beautiful Place,
Listening to angels sing.

You'll never know the pain I feel
The hurt you left behind.
Oh, what I wouldn't give
To hold you one more time.

I carried you in my womb,
Then carried you in my arms
And now, until it no longer beats
I'll carry you in my heart

~Jan Todd

FOOTPRINTS ACROSS MY HEART:

The door is closed. The lights turned off
The closet stands bare.
All the room once waiting
for the child that should be there.

Sorrow wells up inside of us,
Our Tears an endless flow,
All because we miss the child
The child we'll never know.

No camping trips, No soccer games,
Nor late evening talks,
No baseball camps or shopping trips
No shaded mountain walks.

We have not even memories
To help through times like these
We only have each other
as we go down on our knees.

To plead with you our Father,
To take this pain away...
To help us know your love
Will guide us through each day.

We may never know the reasons
For this terrible tragedy;
But we can know you love us
through all life's mysteries.

Our time was far too brief,
It was over before its start...
But our little Angel left behind
Footprints Across Our Heart.

~W. Patrick Queen