The Swing Set’s
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0Do you remember?
I do.
The swing set’s, just me and you.
You would sing the words to our favorite songs, and I couldn’t help but to sing along.
Life seemed so simple then.
Those long days seemed to never end.
I can hear your laughter, see your smile.
Can’t we just stay a while?
So we can reminisce about the old days, because I want to remember my life this way.
I will never forget the swing set’s on that day, when life just seemed to sway.
This poem was written/submitted by Jessi Gonzales.
Memory Can Tell Us Only What We Were
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0Memory can tell us only what we were,
In company with those we loved;
It cannot help us find out what each of us,
Alone, must now become.
Yet, no person is really alone;
Those who live no more still echo
Within our thoughts and words,
And what they did has become
Woven into what we are.
This poem was written/submitted by Richard Fife.
Releasing Me
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0It hurts when I think of you but its impossible not to
I wish I could let go but you don’t know
How much I miss you
Everyday I pray that you will take all the things back
All the horrible things you said
And we could be a family once again
But that day hasn’t come yet
And I am not sure it ever will
And I am willing to except that fact
I wish I didn’t dream of you
But I just don’t know how not to
But someday I will and someday I’ll move on
And learn to live without you
Someday you will free me and I will be ok
But for now I just need to say I am trying to move on
But something is holding me back
Figuring it out is the hardest part yet
Always I will care for you
Nothing can take that away
But right now I can’t be your child
For I am trying to spread my wings and fly away to a better place
Please don’t clip my wings I know it’s hard
But you need to give me back my heart
And let me have my brand new start.
This poem was written/submitted by Justine K. Wagner.
Not Like You
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0I am a mother, though not like you.
You cradle your sweet baby in your arms,
Mine are empty, but I hold him in my heart.
You brush her soft curly hair,
and tie pretty pink bows just right.
A lock of his hair is tucked neatly in a book
You pick daisies and tie them in a chain
to wear around her neck
I cut lilacs and arrange them in a vase to set at his grave.
You look forward to dreams and plans.
I hold on to memories.
I am a mother,
though not like you.
In Memory of Dakota Rain Hess
This poem was written/submitted by Sheri Hess.
Do Babies Grow Up in Heaven?
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0Will I know my baby when we meet again?
Will he have grown up, not be the infant that died in my arms?
Will I recognize him, be able to find him among so many others?
Or will he be a stranger to me, not knowing who I am,
or me knowing him?
Do babies grow up in heaven?
He never got his first tooth, or said his first words.
No first shoes, no Santa, no first birthday cake.
Will my son still be a baby when we meet again?
Do babies grow up in heaven?
Who sings him precious lullabies?
Who holds him close and kisses him everyday?
Who tells him constantly that they love him?
Do babies grow up in heaven?
When we next meet, will he know me?
Will he want to know me?
Will he be my son who died at three months, or a man, fully grown?
Will I have the joy of being a mother to my son for all eternity?
Do babies grow up in heaven?
Will I be able to hold him, love him, sing lullabies to him?
Will I be able to hold his tiny hand, or will it be a man’s hand?
Will I ever have the joy that only holding my son can bring?
I need to know! In heaven, is my baby still a baby?
This poem was written/submitted by Harry.
God Saw You
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0God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, “Come to me”.
You didn’t deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
This poem was written/submitted by Harry.
Just Those Few Weeks
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0For those few weeks-
I had you to myself.
And that seems too short of time
To be changed so profoundly.
In those few weeks-
I came to know you…
And to love you.
You came to trust me with your life.
Oh, what a life I had planned for you!
Just those few weeks-
When I lost you,
I lost a lifetime of hopes,plans, dreams, and aspirations…
A slice of my future simply vanished overnight.
Just those few weeks-
It wasn’t enough time to convince others
How special and important you were.
How odd, a truly unique person has recently died
And no one is mourning the passing.
Just a mere few weeks-
And no “normal” person would cry all night
Over a tiny, unfinished baby,
Or get depressed and withdraw day after endless day.
No one would, so why am I?
You were just those few weeks my little one
You darted in and out of my life too quickly.
But it seems that’s all the time you needed
To make my life so much richer-
And give me a small glimpse of eternity.
This poem was written/submitted by Susan Erlin.
Light of Dawn
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0I light a candle every day,
Hoping the pain will fade away,
But with the light of each new dawn,
Another day and your still gone.
I light a candle every day,
Hoping the pain will fade away,
But with the light of each new dawn,
Another day and your still gone.
I light a candle every day,
Hoping the pain will fade away,
But with the light of each new dawn,
Another day and your still gone.
This poem was written/submitted by James E. Stanley.
A Child’s Grief
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0Lord you care so much
For the tears of a hurting child
Who has felt the grief of tragedy
Now no longer wears a smile
Unable to clearly express
How much he’s hurting inside
Not fully understanding the pain
Nor knowing the reasons ‘why’
He wants so much to reach out
To someone who will listen
Someone that can hold him close
And respond with godly wisdom
For he just needs a grown up
To know what he’s going through
But often we don’t realize his grief
Because we are hurting too
Let him know you care Lord
And will be there when we’re not
The emptiness he feels within
May be filled with you oh God
May he know you as a father
And know you’re by his side
To come and wipe his tears away
When alone he silently cries
Hold him in your arms Lord
So he will be at peace
Allow us all to give him time
In dealing with his grief
For tears may last all night
But joy comes in the morning
So let him grieve throughout the night
For a new day will be dawning
This poem was written/submitted by M.S. Lowndes.