OUR LITTLE ANGEL
It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test
And field calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break
And dries her tears and comforts her
But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And try to be so very brave ~
He lost his baby too. . .
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Dear God, Can you hear me?
Please, God, Do you hear my cries?
The ones that echo pain deep within my mind and heart.
She is gone, God. My little girl is dead. And I love her so.
I've tried to pray, To seek, To beg
And still, she is gone. I would have given my life for hers...
I do not understand. You see, God, she left so suddenly.
Without saying good-bye, or even hello.
How can it be that she has changed my life so?
How can it be that others think I should forget her so
abruptly and go on with my life?
How can I pretend that she did not exist?
For her life and death has brought me on my knees, to You.
And now, I seek the peace, which only Your midst can harbor
to ease this overwhelming grief.
But, still God, I feel cheated.
I feel so very desperate for her presence.
I never looked into her eyes,
I never told her how much she meant to me.
I never kissed her gently with proud mother's smile,
I have kissed her only with tear filled eyes.
But you can, God.
Please, please tell her for me.
For I know she is in your care.
Tell her that her beauty has left me many priceless gifts.
Tell her that I think of her Every day, every hour, every moment.
Tell her how deeply I love and miss her.
Hold her in your majestic arms, just for me, Lord.
Rock her gently and whisper in her ear.
Tell her that her mommy aches for her, still and always.
For the only strength that remains is the strength which You grant me.
In knowing that You, and only You, Father can love her the way that I do
Amen
By Joanne Cacciatore, from the book "Dear Cheyenne"
Safe in the Arms of Jesus
In Loving Memory Of
K.C. May Martin
April 3, 1999- April 5, 1999
Can you be a mother when
your baby is not with you?
I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard him say
A mother has a baby
This we know is true
But God, can you be a mother
When your baby is not with you?
Yes, you can, He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice
Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day
And some I send to feel the womb
But there's no need to stay
I just don't understand this God
I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear
I wish that I could show you
What your child is doing today
If you could see her smile
With other children and say:
We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and live and fear
My mommy loved me o so much
but I got to come straight here
I feel so lucky to have a mom
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly My mommy set me free
I miss my mommy O so much
But I visit her each day
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow's where I lay
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear
"Mommy don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I'm here"
So, you see my dear sweet one
Your child is OK
Your baby is here in My home
She'll be at the gates for you
So now you see what makes a mother
It's the feeling in your heart
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the start
Though some on earth
May not realize you are a mother
Until they're time is done
They'll be up here with Me one day
And you'll know that you're
The best one!
WRITTEN BY: JENNIFER WASIK
Mother's Song
I've lost my baby daughter,
Though not misplaced.
I feel she's somewhere
Bound by neither time nor space.
Perhaps she sits before the Throne
With radiant face. She could be dancing happily
Like little girls do
With golden taps beneath
Each precious little shoe.
I know she must love music,
So I'm sure it's true.
I'm grateful that in Heaven
She is healthy and strong
And that she's lulled to sleep each night
By Heaven's song,
But I wish I could hold her;
Is that terribly wrong?
I sang so often to her
While she was with me
And I will go on listening
For her harmony.
How sweet to know
I'll hear it In eternity.
Forgotten Mothers
We quietly sit, as the tears fall silently,
Hiding the pain, behind the smiles,
Watching, as mothers tend to their babies,
Wishing it could be us all the while.
They are being honored for Mother's Day,
Receiving flowers, and cards,
Not seeing the hurt of this date in May,
Unaware of our broken hearts.
We are the forgotten mothers,
With no child to hold,
As they count each blessing,
We visit the grave, so cold.
This day we recall memories,
As shooting stars in the sky,
So little time we shared,
It was time to say goodbye.
Written By:
Dawn L. Halton
~Remembering~
Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.
copyright Elizabeth Dent
