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| Dear Parents.... I lived my span of life within your body And within your love. There are many who have lived long lives And who have not been loved as me. If you would honour me, then speak my name And number me among your family. If you would honour me Then strive to live in love For in that love, I live. Never, ever doubt that we will meet again. Until that happy day, I will grow with God And wait for you. By Christy Kennealy |
| A Lost Child, A Mother's Prayer Lord, the child you formed within my womb, was taken suddenly from me.. and all that's left is emptyness and questions running free. I would've been a good mother, I would've loved this child so much... I would have given all I have for his precious tender touch. I pray for strength and wisdom, as I face these trying days.. Lord, help me understand the truth, and trust in all Your ways. I may not know the reason my child is not with me.. but I know He's safe in heaven, with You, for eternity. Please tell my child I love him, and I'll see him in the sky... I'll hold him close forever, and sing him lullabyes. No more tears or hardship, no more pain to bear... face to face I'll see him; just tell him I'll be there. Written by Jill Lemming |
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| My Dad is a Survivor My dad is a survivor, Or so I've heard it said. But I can hear him crying When all others are in bed. I watch him lay awake at night And go to hold his hand. He doesn't know I'm with him. to help him understand. But like the sands upon the beach That never wash away... I watch over my surviving Dad, Who thinks of me each day. He wears a smile for others... A smile of disguise. But through heaven's open door I see tears flowing from his eyes. My Dad tries to cope with my death To keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows him Knows it's his way to survive. As I watch over my surviving Dad Through heaven's open door... I try to tell him Angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help him... Or ease the burden he bears. So if you get a chance, talk to him... And show him that you care. For no matter what he says.. No mater what he feels My surviving Dad has a broken heart That time won't ever heal. By: Kaye Des'Ormeaux |
| To the Child in my Heart O, precious, tiny sweet little one You will always be to me So perfect, pure, and innocent Just as you were meant to be. We dreamed of you and of your life And all that it would be We waited and longed for you to come And join our family. We never had the chance to play, To laugh, to rock, to wiggle, We long to hold you, touch you now And listen to you giggle. I'll always be your mother. He'll aways be your dad. You will always be our child, The child that we had. But now you're gone...but yet you're here. We'll sense you everywhere. You are our sorrow and our joy. There's love in every tear. Just know our love goes deep and strong. We'll forget you never- The child we had, but never had, And yet wil have forever. Author: Carol Parrott |
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