A grieving parent is someone who will never
forget their child no matter how painful memories are.
A grieving parent is someone who yearns to be with their
dead but connot conceive leaving their living ones.
A grieving parent is someone who has part of a heart as
the rest is buried with their child.
A grieving parent is someone who begs for relief from
the memories whch plague them and then feels guilty
when they get it.
A grieving parent is someone who pretends to be happy
and enjoying life when they really are dying inside.
A grieving parent is someone who can cry or laugh at
the drop of a hat whenever they remember their beloved
child.
A grieving parent is some who feels as if they just lost
their child yesterday no matter how much time has passed.
A grieving parent is someone who fears for their remaining
family because they cannot bear to have any more losses.
A grieving parent is someone who sits by their child's gravestone
and feels a knife stabbing their heart.
A grieving parent is someone who wants to help others who
have lost loved ones because somehow their loss is theirs
all over again.
We Will Meet Again Some Day
In a quiet hillside graveyard
where the gentle breezes blow,
lies the one I love so dearly
I lost so many years ago.
Your resting place I visit
and put flowers there with care.
No one knows the heartaches
when I turn to leave you there.
My heart still aches with sadness
and secret tears still flow.
Oh, what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
They say time heals all sorrows
and helps one to forget,
but time so far has only
proved how much I love you yet.
Each time I see your picture,
you seem to smile and say,
"Don't cry, I'm only sleeping.
We'll meet again someday."
W.B.Graham
Cotton, N.Y.
If we could have a life time wish
A dream that would come true,
We'd pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and you.
A thousand words can't bring you back,
We know because we've tried......
Neither will a thousand tears,
We know because we've cried.....
You left behind our broken hearts
And happy memories too....
But we never wanted memories
We only wanted You.
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What kind of place would heaven be
With all it's streets of gold,
If all the souls that dwell up there
Like yours and mine were old?
How strange would heaven's music sound
When harps begin to ring,
If children were not gathered 'round
To help the angels sing.
The children that God sends to us
Are only just a loan,
He knows we need their sunshine
To make a house a home,
We need the inspiration
of a baby's blessed smile,
He doesn't say they've come to stay
Just lends them for a while,
Sometimes it takes them years to do
The work for which they come,
Sometimes in just a month or two
Our Father calls them home.
I like to think some souls up there
Bear not one sinful scar,
I love to think of heaven as
A place where children are.
Baby Tears,
Conni Johnson
We cried tears when we learned that a child would be, that your GOD
had allowed you to quicken in me.
We cried tears with our loved ones as they shared our joy, and we
thought about names for a girl or a boy.
I cried tears as I thought of the things that we would do, all the
things that your Daddy would pass on to you.
And I cried as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered
the day you'd make yourself known.
Then, to think of the world you must enter brought fears. Once
again, little loved one, your Mother cried tears.
Something's wrong, I can tell - once again there are tears, & I'll
not get the chance of your love through the years.
Oh the ache and the sorrow and all of the pain, and again, yes
again, my tears fell like rain.
Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking
with FATHER in His favorite chair.
Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm and His SON
softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our FATHER knew your days before they came to be, and He knew,
little one, you would not stay with me.
So, I cry but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and
embrace you my little sweet one.
There's a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the
sorrow both make us cry!
