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Loving you is easy,
We do it every day,
Missing you is a heartache,
That never goes away.
When links
of life are broken
And a child has to part
There is nothing that will ever heal
A parents broken heart....
Loved
with a love beyond telling,
Missed with a grief beyond all tears.
A child that loses a parent is an orphan.
A
man who loses his wife is a widower.
A woman who loses her husband is a widow.
There is no name for a parent that loses
a child,
for there is no word to describe this pain.
A Life may last for just a moment....
but memory can make
that moment last forever...
If only our children were Easter eggs,
Hidden safely in the grass,
We could search for them and pick them up,
And
hold them within our clasp.
We'd have a heavenly Easter egg hunt,
All with baskets in our hands,
Searching with
a broken heart.
Only WE can understand.
"Oh, look I found your child over here",
"Hey, did anyone find mine?"
They
are so beautifully colored,
And they sparkle and they shine...
These aren't your usual Easter eggs,
They each
have their own special glow,
That comes from way down deep within,
Only a grieving parent would know.
We gather up
our special eggs,
With excitement all around,
For the gift that we've been given,
For the treasure we have found.
We
all now stare with wonderment,
At our children that have died.
We want to hold them once again,
And release them
from inside.
But we all begin to realize,
We have to crack their beautiful shell,
The one that, makes them sparkle
and glow,
The one they have earned so well.
We know we can't destroy their beauty,
And take them from their place,
So
we give them an understanding kiss,
As a tear runs down our face.
One by one we take our baskets,
With our beautifully
colored eggs,
And place them gently in the grass,
As we turn and walk away.
We look back in amazement,
As
our eggs begin to sing.
We see them flutter and move about.
"Look, our eggs all now have wings."
Then the Golden
Egg begins to speak...
"Your children are safe with me."
"You'll be with them when the time is right,"
"Together
for all eternity."
We stand their in a circle of love,
As we look up to the sky,
Watching our radiant eggs take
flight,
Knowing our children didn't die.
We thought of you today,
But that is nothing new
We thought of you yesterday
And will tomorrow, too
We think
of you in silence
And make no outward show
For what it meant to lose you
Only those who love you know
Remembering
you is easy
We do it everyday
It's the heartache of losing you
That will never go away.
When tomorrow starts without me
and I am not here to see,
if the sun should rise
and find your eyes all
filled
with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today,
while thinking of the
many things we
didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you'll
miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name
and
took me by the hand.
I have a need to speak of you
A need to say your name.
Since you were born just months ago
Our lives haven?t
been the same.
I have a need to see your face,
A need to touch your hair.
I want to hold you in my arms
So much,
but you?re not there.
The sadness is still deep inside,
Can?t help the way I feel.
You are, and always will be mine
My
love for you is real.
For now I have your pictures
And the sad, sweet memories.
I guess my needs will have to wait
So
I?ll be content with these.
A Different Child
by Unknown
People notice
There's a special glow around you.
You grow
Surrounded
by love,
Never doubting you are wanted;
Only look at the pride and joy
In your mother and father's eyes.
And
if sometimes
Between the smiles
There's a trace of tears,
One day
You'll understand.
You'll understand
There was once another child
A different child
Who was in their hopes and dreams.
That child will never
outgrow the baby clothes
That child will never keep them up at night
In fact, that child will never be any trouble
at all.
Except sometimes, in a silent moment,
When mother and father miss so much
That different child.
May
hope and love wrap you warmly
And may you learn the lesson forever
How infinitely precious
How infinitely fragile
Is this life on earth.
One day, as a young man or woman
You may see another mother's tears
Another father's
silent grief
Then you, and you alone
Will understand
And offer the greatest comfort.
When all hope seems
lost,
You will tell them
With great compassion,
"I know how you feel.
I'm only here
Because my parents
tried again."
One Flaw In Women
By the time the Lord made woman,
He was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An angel
appeared and said,
"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec
sheet on her?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,
have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable
and
able to run on diet coke and leftovers,
have a lap that can hold four children at one time,
have a kiss that can cure
anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart
-and she will do everything
with only two hands."
The angel
was astounded at the requirements.
"Only two hands!? No way!
And that's just on the standard model?
That's too
much work for one day.
Wait until tomorrow to finish."
But I won't," the Lord protested.
"I am so close to
finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.
She already heals herself when she is sick
AND can work
18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman.
"But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She
is soft," the Lord agreed,
"but I have also made her tough.
You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will
she be able to think?", asked the angel.
The Lord replied,
"Not only will she be able to think,
she will be
able to reason and negotiate."
The angel then noticed something,
and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.
I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak,"
the Lord corrected,
"that's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.
The
Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy,
her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,
her loneliness,
her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed.
"You are a genius, Lord.
You thought of everything!
Woman
is truly amazing."
And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness,
love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand
up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without
so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry
when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth
or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are
strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women
come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about
you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion
and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to
give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Dear
Mommy and Daddy,
I did not
die young.
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 honor me,
Then speak my name,
And number
me among your family.
If you would honor me.
Than 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.
The Tide RecedesThe tide recedes,
But leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun
goes down,
But gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops,
And yet it echoes on
In sweet refrains...
For
every joy that passes,
Something beautiful remains.
Author Unknown
Keeper of the Children
What becomes of
the children who pass on?
They awaken to an angel's song!
Whatever pain or sorrow they may have felt,
Gone
are these in Heaven, away they melt!
These children our Lord never forgets,
They do not cease to be,
They
have angels to take care of them, and
To help fulfill their needs.
They continue to grow, to learn and to play,
Gathering
God's wisdom and knowledge along
their way.
And, when your time finally arrives to be
Heaven bound,
Your
child will come and escort you to God's
holy ground,
Where the two of you will be reunited to laugh,
to
sing and to play,
Forever spending time with each other in God's
eternal day!
~Baby Tears~
We cried
tears when we learned that a child would be, that God had allowed you to quicken in me.
We cried
tears with our loved ones as they shared in our joy and we thought about names for a girl or boy.
I cried
tears as I thought of the things that we would do, all the things your Daddy would pass on to you.
And I
cried as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered the day you'd make yourself known.
Then,
to think of the world you must enter brought fears. Once again, little loved one, your Mother cried tears.
Something's
wrong, I can tell - once again there are tears, and I'll not get the change of your love through the years.
Oh the
ache and the sorrow and all of the pain, and again, yes again, my tears fell like rain.
Yhen His
peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking with Father in his favorite chair.
Your sweet
little fingers clenched tight in His palm and His SON softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our FATHER
knew your days before they came to be, and He knew, little one, you would not stay with me.
So, I
cry but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and embrace you my little sweet one.
There's
a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the sorrow both make me cry!
By
Conni Johnson
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