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Poems from the evening
While We Are Apart I Will
Hold You
In My Heart and Never Let You Go
Author Unknown
Distance may separate us,
But my heart will never let you go,
For I carry a part of you
With me always
It keeps me going through the day
It brings a smile to my face
And tears to my eyes
It is a part of my dreams
That I live for and cherish
That part is my wish, my only one,
To see you again soon
I know that wish will someday come true,
But for now I will hold in my heart
The memory of you
And never let you go
Flower
by Callie Anderson
This little flower was given to me to bud on
earth,
and bloom in Heaven.
Stars
-Inspired by Eskimo
Legend
Perhaps, they are not
stars
But rather openings in
Heaven,
Where the love of our
lost ones
Pours down through
and shines upon us
To let us know they are
happy.
Footprints Across our
Heart
Poem by W.Patrick Queen
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
HEARTPRINTS
Whatever our
hands touch---
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture,
On doorknobs, dishes, books,
As we touch we leave our identity.
Oh please
where ever I go today,
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
and genuine concern.
May my heart
touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter,
Or an anxious mother,
Or, perhaps, a dear friend!
I shall go
out today
To leave heartprints,
And if someone should say
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense be...
YOUR LOVE Touching through ME.
What Do I Do With This Holiday Thing?
By Bev Swanson
What do I do with this holiday thing?
How do I survive?
How do I celebrate and sing,
when my heart is dying inside.
How do I look for gifts to bring
with a soul that wants to cry?
How do I do most anything
when my heart just wants to die?
How do I love the ones I love
when love feels so far away?
How do I live with this pain I feel,
every moment of every day?
How do I weep at the sound of your name?
What do I do with my tears?
How do I enter this holiday game,
I've known throughout the years?
How do I join in the holiday meal,
when I don't know how to be?
How do I even know how to feel
when my heart has washed out to sea?
How do I do this holiday thing?
I allow myself to just BE.
With all the feelings exploding inside.
I allow myself to be me.
I'll come with my pain and my empty heart
with permission to honor my grief.
I'll allow my journey to play
it's part in bringing my heart relief.
And trusting the process that I am in
I'll be where I need to be
and in the end I will do my part,
to open and let myself grieve.
In memory of our son
Christopher E. Martinez from Mom and Dad
Memory
There is a
place called memory,
Where we sometimes like to roam.
Through hills of love and laughter
A place we know as home.
A place
that's free from all this pain
Where our hearts are light once more.
A place that lives forever,
Where life is, as it was before.
Our children
live in memory.
They laugh and dance and sing.
Their lives are filled with a magic
That only Heaven can bring.
They feel no hurt or anger.
Their spirits are free as air.
And God's love will always protect them
In times when we aren't there.
Cherish this
place called memory.
Feel the love that lives there.
Remember the joys, the warmth of the sun,
And the bond you will always share.
Smile at
happy moments,
Laugh at times gone by.
Let the tears you cry be happy ones,
Know love will never die.
Have no fear
of visiting,
the joy will outweigh the pain.
Learn to treasure memory for
there is much that you will gain.
And though life is not as it was before,
And never will be again.
Our memories are much richer,
Than if love had never been.
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