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I promised myself I wouldn't cry today.
I broke that promise.
The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name
It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul
Unknown
"He himself has said,
I will not in any way fail you
Nor give you up
Nor leave you without support
Hebrews 13:5
THE SITTING TIME
Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers
who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses and
remember them
the flower and the fragrance.
When you go home to do your sitting
in the corner by the clock
and sip your rosethorn tea
It will warm your face and fingers
and burn the bottom of your belly.
But as her gone-ness piles in white,
crystal drifts,
It will be the blossom of her moment
the warmth on your belly,
the tiny fingers unfolding,
the new face you've always known,
That has changed you.
Take her moment, and hold it
As every mother does.
She will always be
your daughter
And when the sitting is done, you'll find
bitter grief could never poison
the sweetness of her time.
Joe Digman
"Tomorrow will come. The pain will ease
But you will never forget your precious child.
It takes hope and time and love for the
healing to take place. Remember along the
way to accept, but not forget."
Sherokee Ilse
Though you lived only inside me
You still lived
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
disappear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up the 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
rainbows 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 windsongs,
they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing fine.
Ashley
I am currently working on another page of poetry.
If you have any poetry or words of wisdom that are your favorites,
please e-mail me, I would love to include them.
Please sign our dreambook.
Please include your website address so that we may visit you too.
established January 13, 1999
"Unchained Melody" by Rightous Brothers
Page
I promised myself I wouldn't cry today.
I broke that promise.
The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name
It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul
Unknown
"He himself has said,
I will not in any way fail you
Nor give you up
Nor leave you without support
Hebrews 13:5
THE SITTING TIME
Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers
who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses and
remember them
the flower and the fragrance.
When you go home to do your sitting
in the corner by the clock
and sip your rosethorn tea
It will warm your face and fingers
and burn the bottom of your belly.
But as her gone-ness piles in white,
crystal drifts,
It will be the blossom of her moment
the warmth on your belly,
the tiny fingers unfolding,
the new face you've always known,
That has changed you.
Take her moment, and hold it
As every mother does.
She will always be
your daughter
And when the sitting is done, you'll find
bitter grief could never poison
the sweetness of her time.
Joe Digman
"Tomorrow will come. The pain will ease
But you will never forget your precious child.
It takes hope and time and love for the
healing to take place. Remember along the
way to accept, but not forget."
Sherokee Ilse
Though you lived only inside me
You still lived
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
disappear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up the 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
rainbows 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 windsongs,
they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing fine.
Ashley
I am currently working on another page of poetry.
If you have any poetry or words of wisdom that are your favorites,
please e-mail me, I would love to include them.
Please sign our dreambook.
Please include your website address so that we may visit you too.
established January 13, 1999
"Unchained Melody" by Rightous Brothers
I broke that promise.
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name
It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul
Unknown
I will not in any way fail you
Nor give you up
Nor leave you without support
Hebrews 13:5
Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers
who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses and
remember them
the flower and the fragrance.
When you go home to do your sitting
in the corner by the clock
and sip your rosethorn tea
It will warm your face and fingers
and burn the bottom of your belly.
But as her gone-ness piles in white,
crystal drifts,
It will be the blossom of her moment
the warmth on your belly,
the tiny fingers unfolding,
the new face you've always known,
That has changed you.
Take her moment, and hold it
As every mother does.
She will always be
your daughter
And when the sitting is done, you'll find
bitter grief could never poison
the sweetness of her time.
Joe Digman
But you will never forget your precious child.
It takes hope and time and love for the
healing to take place. Remember along the
way to accept, but not forget."
Sherokee Ilse
You still lived
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
disappear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up the 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
rainbows 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 windsongs,
they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing fine.
Ashley
 
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"Unchained Melody" by Rightous Brothers