So please be gentle when you read this one as it is my first attempt at writing any kind of verse! Just felt the need to get my feelings down in print!
Pardon me Lord,
I’m sure there’s been a mistake.
You called my little boy last night,
He never got to wake.
He was so young, you see,
Just starting on his way!
He found so much love and joy
In each and every day.
Certainly there was a mistake,
You called my precious boy!
He had no pain, no suffering
And so much more to give,
Please give to this some extra thought
And choose to let him live.
He had so much more to do here,
He should not be gone just yet.
Was it me? Did I do wrong?
I didn’t get to try too long.
I will do more, more hugs, more kisses
More stories at bedtime
More rocking, more tickles.
I’ll try to be all of the things that I missed
Please Lord, maybe just one more chance?
I’m certain there is confusion
At that glorious throne.
You have an extra angel there
When he should be at home.
Can we just go back in time a bit?
I’ll wait and let them know,
He’s not ready,
I’m not ready,
And those angels can go home alone.
Pardon me Lord,
I’m sure there’s been a mistake.
You called my little boy last night,
He never got to wake.
He was so young, you see,
Just starting on his way!
He found so much love and joy
In each and every day.
Certainly there was a mistake,
You called my precious boy!
He had no pain, no suffering
And so much more to give,
Please give to this some extra thought
And choose to let him live.
He had so much more to do here,
He should not be gone just yet.
Was it me? Did I do wrong?
I didn’t get to try too long.
I will do more, more hugs, more kisses
More stories at bedtime
More rocking, more tickles.
I’ll try to be all of the things that I missed
Please Lord, maybe just one more chance?
I’m certain there is confusion
At that glorious throne.
You have an extra angel there
When he should be at home.
Can we just go back in time a bit?
I’ll wait and let them know,
He’s not ready,
I’m not ready,
And those angels can go home alone.
I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry,
As I just sat and
stared, dry
eyed.
They struggled to find words to say,
To try and make the pain go
away,
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
Some still call
and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream.
This can’t be
real. I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside,
God, help me, I
want to die.
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last
year.
Now people who had came, have gone.
I sit and struggle all day
long,
To bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question,
Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old
song.
Good heavens, it has been so long.
I lost my child last
year.
Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it has
disappeared.
My eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your
face,
“She must move on and leave this place.”
Yet I am trapped right here
in time.
The songs the same, as is the rhyme,
I lost my
child…….Today.
By: My Special Angel: For Loved Ones
Lost
This is a great page to go to.
A POEM FOR ANGEL DADDIES
"A Father's Grief"
It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry"
and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave
For he lost his baby too.
Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ask My Dad How He Is
My Dad, he tells alot of lies,
He
never did before,
But from now until he
dies,
He'll tell a whole lot
more...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
And because he can't explain,
He will tell a
little lie,
Because he can't describe the
pain...
Ask my dad how he
is,
And he'll say "alright",
But if that's really the
truth,
Tell me why does he cry each
night...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
He seems to cope so well,
He didn't have a
choice you see,
Or the strength to
yell...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping",
For God's
sake Dad, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is
broken...
He'll love me all his
life,
I loved him all of mine,
But if you ask
him how he is,
He'll lie and say "just
fine"...
I am here in Heaven,
I
can not hug from here,
So if he lies...don't listen,
Hug him
and hold him near...
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and
I'll be bold,
I'll say "You're lucky to get in here
Dad,
With all the lies you
told".
Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Still Would Have Chosen You
"If before you were born, I could have gone to heaven and saw all the beautiful souls,
I still would have chosen you...
If God had told me, "This soul would one day need extra care and needs,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "This soul may make your
heart bleed,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "This soul would make you question the depth of your faith,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me "This soul would make tears flow from your eyes that could fill a
river,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me "This soul may one day make you witness overbearing suffering,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "All that you know to be normal would drastically change,"
I still would have chosen you...
Of course, even though I would have chosen you,
I know it was God who chose me for you."
Terri Banish
Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from earth,
"It's time again for another
birth."
Said the Angels to the Lord above,
"This special child will need
much love."
His progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments he may not
show;
And he'll require extra care
From the folks he meets down
there.
He may not run or laugh or play.
His thoughts may seem quite far
away.
In many ways he won't adapt,
And he'll be known as
handicapped.
So let's be careful where he's sent;
We want his life to be
content.
Please, Lord, find the Parents who
Will do a special job for
You.
They will not realize it right away
The leading role they're asked to
play.
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer
love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this
gift from heaven.
Their precious charge, so
meek and mild
Is Heaven's Very Special Child.
My Ugly Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had
another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take
another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing
these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that
they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my
shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To
truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them
on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one
who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are
like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how
to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes
so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No
woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a
stronger women.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman
who has lost a child.
Author Unknown
It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry"
and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave
For he lost his baby too.
Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ask My Dad How He Is
My Dad, he tells alot of lies,
He
never did before,
But from now until he
dies,
He'll tell a whole lot
more...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
And because he can't explain,
He will tell a
little lie,
Because he can't describe the
pain...
Ask my dad how he
is,
And he'll say "alright",
But if that's really the
truth,
Tell me why does he cry each
night...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
He seems to cope so well,
He didn't have a
choice you see,
Or the strength to
yell...
Ask my Dad how he
is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping",
For God's
sake Dad, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is
broken...
He'll love me all his
life,
I loved him all of mine,
But if you ask
him how he is,
He'll lie and say "just
fine"...
I am here in Heaven,
I
can not hug from here,
So if he lies...don't listen,
Hug him
and hold him near...
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and
I'll be bold,
I'll say "You're lucky to get in here
Dad,
With all the lies you
told".
Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Still Would Have Chosen You
"If before you were born, I could have gone to heaven and saw all the beautiful souls,
I still would have chosen you...
If God had told me, "This soul would one day need extra care and needs,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "This soul may make your
heart bleed,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "This soul would make you question the depth of your faith,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me "This soul would make tears flow from your eyes that could fill a
river,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me "This soul may one day make you witness overbearing suffering,"
I still would have chosen you...
If He had told me, "All that you know to be normal would drastically change,"
I still would have chosen you...
Of course, even though I would have chosen you,
I know it was God who chose me for you."
Terri Banish
Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from earth,
"It's time again for another
birth."
Said the Angels to the Lord above,
"This special child will need
much love."
His progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments he may not
show;
And he'll require extra care
From the folks he meets down
there.
He may not run or laugh or play.
His thoughts may seem quite far
away.
In many ways he won't adapt,
And he'll be known as
handicapped.
So let's be careful where he's sent;
We want his life to be
content.
Please, Lord, find the Parents who
Will do a special job for
You.
They will not realize it right away
The leading role they're asked to
play.
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer
love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this
gift from heaven.
Their precious charge, so
meek and mild
Is Heaven's Very Special Child.
My Ugly Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had
another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take
another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing
these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that
they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my
shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To
truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them
on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one
who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are
like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how
to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes
so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No
woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a
stronger women.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman
who has lost a child.
Author Unknown
Mason's Portrait
This poem was sent to me when Mason was diagnosed. It touched me so much I had a portrait made of him with the poem on it:
God Sent to Me an Angel
By Paul Dammon 11/96
God sent to me an angel,
it had a broken wing.
I bent my head and wondered
"How could God do such a thing?"
When I asked the Father
why He sent this child to me,
the answer was forthcoming,
He said "Listen and you'll see."
"My children are all precious,
and none is like the rest.
Each one to me is special,
and the least is as the best.
I send each one from Heaven
and I place it in the care
of those who know my mercy,
those with love to spare.
Sometimes I take them back again.
Sometimes I let them stay.
No matter what may happen
I am never far away.
So if you find an angel
and you don't know what to do,
remember, I am with you,
love is all I ask of you."
God Sent to Me an Angel
By Paul Dammon 11/96
God sent to me an angel,
it had a broken wing.
I bent my head and wondered
"How could God do such a thing?"
When I asked the Father
why He sent this child to me,
the answer was forthcoming,
He said "Listen and you'll see."
"My children are all precious,
and none is like the rest.
Each one to me is special,
and the least is as the best.
I send each one from Heaven
and I place it in the care
of those who know my mercy,
those with love to spare.
Sometimes I take them back again.
Sometimes I let them stay.
No matter what may happen
I am never far away.
So if you find an angel
and you don't know what to do,
remember, I am with you,
love is all I ask of you."
This poem was sent to me when Mason died by a very good friend. I don't know who wrote it but it was so fitting!
"I'll lend you for a while a child of mine," He said.
"For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
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 return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?"
"I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand!"
Letter From Heaven
© Crystal Baptiste
Hey everybody,I hope this doesn't reach you too late. I don't want you to worry, Because life up here is great.
I can't wait for you to see the beauty of heaven, But I know it's not your time. I really miss you guys, But I know you'll be just fine.
You know I can see you right, So please stop shedding tears. You guys, I'm perfectly fine, So conquer all your fears.
I'll be watching your every move. Relax! I won't spill your beans. But stop all those naughty things you do, Because you know there's nothing He can't see.
I need you to come here to meet me, But not if you misbehave, So please keep God in your heart, And you'll be safe and saved.
Hey guys I know you miss me. It's really hard not to. But please, please stop grieving, Because you're making me sad too.
You guys have been a great family, And I am truly blessed. You've raised me through my earthly life, Now God will do the rest.
He's really a great person, And an even better friend, So I'm in great hands, And on Him you can also depend.
Oh boy, I'm getting carried away. I want to say so many things, But I really have to go now, Because today I'm getting my wings.
Bye you guys, love you forever and a day!
P.S.: Be good. I'll be watching!!!
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Lyrics Language: English
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Slaughter Fly to the Angels Lyrics:
Pictures of you
They're still on my mind
You had the smile
That could light up the world
Now it rains
It seems the sun never shines
And I'll drive down
This lonely lonely road
Ooh I got this feelin'
Girl, I gotta let you go
'Cause now you've got to fly
Fly to the angels
Heavens awaits your heart
And flowers bloom in your name
You've got to fly
Fly to the angels
All the stars in the night
Shine in your name
You know it hurts me
Way deep inside
When I turn and look
And find that you're not there
I try to convince myself
That the pain, the pain
It's still not gone.
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Pictures of you
They're still on my mind
You had the smile
That could light up the world
Now it rains
It seems the sun never shines
And I'll drive down
This lonely lonely road
Ooh I got this feelin'
Girl, I gotta let you go
'Cause now you've got to fly
Fly to the angels
Heavens awaits your heart
And flowers bloom in your name
You've got to fly
Fly to the angels
All the stars in the night
Shine in your name
You know it hurts me
Way deep inside
When I turn and look
And find that you're not there
I try to convince myself
That the pain, the pain
It's still not gone.
My Little Boy
Your little boy cries too much,
My little boy makes no sound.
Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib,
Mine lies cold in the ground.
Your little boy woke up today,
My little boy never will.
Your little boy laughs and plays,
My little boy lies still.
Your little boy makes you proud,
And just as proud am I.
Cause while your little boy is learning to walk,
My little boy can fly
Your little boy cries too much,
My little boy makes no sound.
Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib,
Mine lies cold in the ground.
Your little boy woke up today,
My little boy never will.
Your little boy laughs and plays,
My little boy lies still.
Your little boy makes you proud,
And just as proud am I.
Cause while your little boy is learning to walk,
My little boy can fly
I will not Say Good-bye Danny Gokey
Sometimes the road just ends
It changes everything you've been
And all that's left to be
Is empty, broken, lonely, hopin'
I'm supposed to be strong
I'm supposed to find a way to carry on
I don't wanna feel better
I don't wanna not remember
I will always see your face
In the shadows of this haunted place
I will laugh
I will cry
Shake my fist at the sky
But I will not say goodbye
They keep saying time will heal
But the pain just gets more real
The sun comes up each day
Finds me waiting, fading, hating, praying
If I can keep on holding on
Maybe I can keep my heart from knowing that you're gone
I don't wanna feel better
I don't wanna not remember
I will always see your face
In the shadows of this haunted place
I will laugh
I will cry
Shake my fist at the sky
But I will not say goodbye
I will curse
I will pray
I'll relive everyday
I will shoulder the blame
I'll shout out your name
I will laugh
I will cry
Shake my fist at the sky
But I will not say
Will not say goodbye
Will not say goodbye
Will not say
ooooohhhhh
Resources that may be helpful to you:
http://www.babieswithwings.com
Tamarack Grief Resource Center offers many support services for the entire family. They provide camp based programs for children and adults to help us through the grieving process. Please go to their website to see details on these wonderful opportunites.
www.TamarackGriefResourceCenter.org
Books I have found helpful:
A Deeper Kind of Calm by Linda Dillow
It's Your Time by Joel Osteen
Tamarack Grief Resource Center offers many support services for the entire family. They provide camp based programs for children and adults to help us through the grieving process. Please go to their website to see details on these wonderful opportunites.
www.TamarackGriefResourceCenter.org
Books I have found helpful:
A Deeper Kind of Calm by Linda Dillow
It's Your Time by Joel Osteen
