were it not for the children

then what pray tell is it for?

were it not for the true hearts

of parents who gave their love,

who bowed their heads and put us first

and shaped the forming years with love

the child creates the parent even

as the parent creates the child

for our sense of forever rides in

the harmony of this bond

we are not apart even in the dark

the cry from the crib is compelling

and the spirit answers, "shhh, it's ok "

and we hold the answer to our breast

knowing that forever rests in our hands

The Mention of Her Name

"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."

Little Angels

When God calls little children

to dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometime question

the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with

the death of one small child

Who does so much to make our world,

seem wonderful and mild

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 soHe 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 "Goodbye."

So when a little child departs,

we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,

Angels are hard to find.

Their Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of them as gone away,

their journey has just begun.

Life holds so many facets,

this earth is only one.

Just think of them as resting

from the sorrows and the tears,

in a place of warmth and comfort,

where there are no days and years.

Think of how they must be wishing

that we could know, today,

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of them as living

in the hearts of those they touched

for nothing loved is ever lost

and they were loved so much.

My Dearest Family

"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 selected 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 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."

Edgar Guest

Their Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of them as gone away,

their journey has just begun.

Life holds so many facets,

this earth is only one.

Just think of them as resting

from the sorrows and the tears,

in a place of warmth and comfort,

where there are no days and years.

Think of how they must be wishing

that we could know, today,

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

And think of them as living

in the hearts of those they touched

for nothing loved is ever lost

and they were loved so much.

Anonymous

My Dearest Little Child

I didn't say good bye,

how was I to know

I wish someone had told me

it was now your time to go.

I would have held you tight

and said

I Love You one more time.

I would have told you

Thank You

for being so special, sweet and kind.

I really think you hear me

in the midst of the celebration

up above.

You're probably singing with

the angels

on the wings of a dove.

How did you get so lucky

to be with God so soon?

No feeling out of turn?

I guess He was another one

to know what you were worth.

He's been making plans for you

long before your birth.

You're loved & missed

so much.

I just wanted you to know

in case I didn't tell you enough

or it didn't always show

I will not say good bye

I don't like the way it sounds.

How about, I'll see you later,

when you're showing me around.

Not a day goes by that I don't

think of you.

I Love You always,

Mommy

Just say, "I'm Sorry"

by Gail Fasolo