These poems are mostly about the death of a child and the questions surrounding it.
We are connected, My child and I,
by An invisible cord Not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen By any on Earth.
This cord does it's work Right from the start.
It binds us together Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there Though no one can see
The invisible cord From my child to me.
The strength of this cord Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed It can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord Man could create
It withstands the test Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline As never before.
I am thankful that God Connects us this way
A mother and child Death can't take it away!
~ author unknown ~
Sorry I didn't get to stay.
To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.
I'm sorry that I had to die.
God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.
Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.
God didn't take me cause He's mad.
He didn't send me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance
to be a love so precious .. don't you see?
Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you'll come here too, mommy, someday.
Until the day you join me here,
I'll love you mommy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me.
By Sandy Eakle
Only The Best
A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you,
the day He took you home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
but to us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.
"Reflection...A Child Loaned"
"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said,
"For you to love thee while he lives,
And mourn for when he's gone.
He may be six or five or twenty one,
But will you , till I call him back
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as
solace for your grief,
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth returns,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over
In My search for teachers true;
and from the throng that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you;
Now, will you give him all your love,
not think the labor vain;
Nor hate Me when I come to call
and take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joys the child shall bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tendersness,
We'll love him while we may,
and for the happiness we've know,
forever grateful stay.
BUT , should the angels call him.
much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to UNDERSTAND."
Your sweet and loving baby has gone to OUR FATHER.
When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
bows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine. - Ashley
Our angel Luijoe... I know in my heart he is alright...
I have stopped asking why for I know
Luijoe lives in our hearts
Our souls entwined