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Can You Be A Mother When Your Baby Is Not With You? I thought of you and closed my eyes Written by a pediatric nurse and submitted to Ann Landers
I won't say, "I know how you feel" - because I don't. I've lost parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends, but I've
never lost a child. So how can I say I know how you feel?
I won't say, "You'll get over it" - because you won't. Life will have to go on. The washing, cooking, cleaning, the common
routine. These chores will take your mind off your loved one, but the hurt will still be there.
I won't say, "Your other children will be a comfort to you" - because they may not be. Many mothers I've talked to say
that after they have lost a child, they easily lose their temper with their remaining children. Some even feel resentful that
they're alive and healthy when the other child is not.
I won't say, "Never mind, you're young enough to have another baby" - because that won't help. A new baby cannot replace
the one that you've lost. A new baby will fill your hours, keep you busy, give you sleepless nights. But it will not replace
the one you've lost.
You may hear all these platitudes from your friends and relatives. They think they are helping. They don't know what else
to say. You will find out who your true friends are at this time. Many will avoid you because they can't face you. Others
will talk about the weather, the holidays and the school concert but never about how you're coping.
So what will I say?
I will say, "I'm here. I care. Anytime. Anywhere." I will talk about your loved one. We'll laugh about the good memories.
I won't mind how long you grieve. I won't tell you to pull yourself together. No, I don't know how you feel - but with sharing,
perhaps I will learn a little of what you are going through. And perhaps you'll feel comfortable with me and find your burden
has eased. Try me. ------------------------------------------------------------------ God's Lent Child
by Gail Fasolo
This day will be a celebration
of the short time you were here.
You will always be remembered
with great love and sometimes tears.
But only to feel pain and sorrow
Would not be quite fair to you.
Your life meant much more to me
More than I ever knew.
You were here so briefly
I wonder if you know
All the ways you've touched my world
Since the day God called you home.
Now, my child, you're an angel
With your heavenly Father above.
I see not only what I've lost
But my capacity of love.
There will always be a big void
My soul will grieve forever.
Will I forget to stop loving you?
No, not now...not ever.
As this day is upon me
Oh!
How my heart still hurts
But even as I mourn your death
I celebrate your birth.
The Golden Gates
The golden gates were open
And heavenly Angels smiled
And with their tuneful harp string
Welcomed the little child.
They shouted "high and holy"
A child has entered in,
And safe from all temptation
A soul is sealed from sin.
They led her through the golden streets
On to the King of Kings,
And a glory fell upon Him
From the rustling of their wings.
The Saviour smiled upon her
As none on earth had smiled,
And Heaven's great glory shone around her
The little earth-born child.
On earth they missed the little one,
They mourned and wept and sighed,
And wondered if another such
As theirs had ever died.
Oh! had they seen through those high gates
The welcome that was given,
They never would have wished their child
Back from her home in Heaven. -author unknown
As we wake up in the morning
And your not here to see,
We grasp for some reality...
That our dreams will never be.
Well bake a cake and buy balloons,
Well burn a candle too.
Well play your music and look at pictures,
And shed some tears for you,
Well imagine what this day would bring,
If only you werent gone.
Youd run and laugh and jump about,
Wed sing the birthday song.
You should be here today,
Excited as can be...
Sifting through toys and wrap,
Bursting forth with glee...
But God had other plans for you,
These plans well never know.
Today the candle burns,
With no tiny lips to blow.
Well do our best to make it through
This day we meet with dread.
Well do this all for you my love...
On this road of grief we tread.
So on this day my precious son,
Youre birthday number one...
Youre in our thoughts and in our hearts
...as we send our love to you.
Written by: Sharon Kivisto, in memory of Taylor Ryan Kivisto
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