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Because You Prayed,
You Gave & You Loved,
Here In My Arms Is Wholeness
Not Brokeness
You Gave & You Loved,
Here In My Arms Is Wholeness
Not Brokeness
To Mommy From Heaven
by Sandra L. Garman
Mommy, don't cry, 'cause God is holding my hand
and telling me everything is OK.
Mommy, God said that I will never want for anything
and I will still feel your love all the way up here.
Mommy, you should see me,
I am running and playing with God's other children.
Mommy, guess who helps watch over us while we play?
They are God's Helping Angels!
Mommy, I'm not afraid, my grandpa and grandma are here.
They came to me when it was dark and held my hands;
then we went to God's bright light,
where Angels were singing.
Mommy, God said, If you feel sad, to remember this;
I'll be the gentle breeze that brushes your face,
the sun is my smile and the rain is me washing away your pain.
Mommy, I have to go now.
I send you all my love on the wings of an Angel.
The Broken Chain
Author Unknown
God was going to call your name
In life we loved you dearly
In death,we do the same
It broke our hearts to lose you
You did not go alone
for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home
You left us beautiful memories,
your love is still our guide
and though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
Memories
author unknown
If we could have a lifetime wish
A dream that would come true,
We'd pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and You.
A thousand words can't bring you back
We know because we've tried....
Neither will a thousand tears
We know because we've cried....
You left behind our broken hearts
And happy memories too....
But we never wanted memories
We only wanted You.
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.
~unknown~
Angels Are Hard to Find
Author Unknown
When God calls little children
To dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question
The wisdom of His love.
Perhaps God tires of calling
The aged to His fold,
So He picks a rosebud
Before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
And so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven'
More beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be 'Good-bye'.
So when a little child departs,
We who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, and
ANGELS ARE HARD TO FIND.
Eternity
Author Unknown
I know you're feeling sad today
Because I had to go
I know you have so many things
That remind you of me so
And though you cry as you recall
The times you spent with me
I know your pain would turn to joy
If only you could see
I'm in Heaven with Jesus now
We laugh, we sing, we play
He holds me gently in His arms
I have no pain today
And though we're apart a little while
Jesus has said to me
He will someday bring you here
Where we'll live for eternity
The Cord
Author Unknown
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 be seen
By any on earth.
This cord does its 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
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 away!
My Mom is a Survivor
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn’t know I’m with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wares a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But to anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven’s open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won’t ever heal.
Tiny Angel
Author Unkown
Tiny Angel rest your wings
Sit with me awhile.
How I long to hold your hand,
And see your tender smile.
Tiny Angel, look at me,
I want this image clear....
That I will forget your precious face
Is my biggest fear.
Tiny Angel can you tell me,
Why you have gone away?
You weren't here for very long...
Why is it you couldn't stay?
Tiny Angel shook his head,
"These things I do not know...
But I do know you loved me,
And that I loved you so."
Untitled
Author Unknown
Mother, please don’t mourn for me;
I’m still here, though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight.
I’m the brightest stat on a summer night.
I’ll never be beyond your reach.
I’m the warm, moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
And the pure, white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you are so fond.
The clear, cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring;
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
You can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
And you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot, salty tears that flow when you weep
And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, Mommy, I’m everyplace!
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
David M. Romano
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I’m not there 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 that 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,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I’d have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
and all I’ve promised you".
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day’s the same day,
there’s no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you’re free.
So won’t you take my hand
and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don’t think we’re far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.
Please Be Gentle
Carol Adams
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving...
the sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away...
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day...
My heart is heavy with sorrow...
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask "WHY"...
At times my grief overwhelms me and I weep bitterly..
So great is my loss...
Please don't turn away from me
or tell me to move on with my life...
I must embrace my pain before I can heal...
Companion me through my tears...
sit with me in loving silence...
honor me where I am on this journey...
Don't forget me or my child...
Listen patiently to my story...
I may need to tell it over and over again...
It's how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss...
Nurture me though the weeks and months ahead...
Forgive me when I am distant or inconsolable...
A Small flame still burns inside my heart...
Memories trigger both laughter and tears...
There is no right or wrong way to grieve...
We each must find our own paths...
but... please will you walk beside me?
Thank you Lord, for all that I learn from my brokenness...
and for the courage it takes to live with my pain...
and for the strength it has taken to stay on shore...