Poems
By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My mom is a survivor
Or so I've 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 sand upon the beach
that never wash away....
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
but through heaven's open door
I see tears flowing fro her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
Knows it's her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heavens 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, call 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.
Thank You Michelle, this poem is beautiful and right on the mark.
by her mom, Crystal
Heaven sent you to warm out hearts
Angels rock you to sellp now, you feel No pain,
No suffering,
And we know that you are at peace.
Having you in our lives, even for one brief moment
energizedour souls for better days to be coming.
Loving you still, that, I promise you will never cease.
In the darkest of days,
Somehow we can feel you from
beyond the gret blue skies.
Even us mortals can feel your angelic smile warming us frm afar.
To say we miss you would be an understatement but
Hannah, we know that you are safe now.
Never will we forget you for you are engraved upon our hearts forever.
Eternity awaits us and when God calls us home,
We will finally get to play with you.
Until then just remember
Mommy loves you sweet baby, daddy too
and angels keep you safe for now
until we can walk you upon the streets of gold.
Author unknown
A bud the gardner gave me
A fair and lovely child
He gave it to my keeping
To cherish undefield.
It lay upon my bossom,
It was my hope and my soul
Perhaps it was an idol,
For which I must be denied.
For just as it was opening
To the glory of the day
Came down the heavenly gardner
and took my bud away.
Yet not in wrath he took herm
Asmile was upon her face
As tenderly and kindly
He took her from her place.
Feat not,I thought he whispered,
Thy bid shall be restored
I take it but to plant it
In the garden of the Lord.
He bade me not to sorrow
As those who helpless weep,
For he who gavem has taken
and he who takes can keep.
So night and mourn together
By the open gate of prayer
I go unto my darling
and sit beside her there.
Thank You Crystal.
In a baby castle, just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys that money can not buy.
Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby, you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes,
i'll hear tiny footsteps come running to my side.
Her little hands caress me so tenderly and sweet,
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace her in my sleep.
No, I have a treasure I rae above all other,
I have known true glory, I am still her mother.
Thank You Crystal.
I could not stay another day. To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way. I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
Perhaps my time seemed all to brief, don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me.
God wanted me now, He set me free.
Thanks, Mrs. Freeman
Written for Evan by his Dad, Randy
A part of me travels with you
As your spirit travels forth
A perfect child in my heart forever
You will never be forgotten
The short time that we shared
A time so precious to me
You shall always be my beloved son
From not through eternity
My cries of pain are silent
An emptiness fills my soul
Evanm I'll always remember
how your passing took its toll
Good-byes are difficult to say
May the angels care for you above
But evend eath can never break
The bond of you fathers love.
Thank you, Phyllis
Jim Howard
Little one, little one,
where have you gone?
Your going has darkened
The brightest dawn.
Why did you leave us
So soon, so soon?
Where can we look for you?
Over the moon?
On butterflies wings?
In the heart of a rose?
Who knows, who knows
'Where a little one goes?
Where I have gone,
I am not so small.
My soul is as wide
as the world is tall.
I have gone to answer
the call, the call
of the One who takes
care of us all.
Wherever you look,
you will find me there-
In the heart of a rose,
In the heart of a prayer,
On butterfly wings,
On wings of my own,
To you I'm gone
but I'm never alone-
I'm over the moon-
I'm home.
Thank You, Ginger
To Know Me
Pat Schwiebert
It is I whose kicks you will always remember,
I who gave you heartburn that a dragon would envy,
I who couldn't seem to tell time and got your days and nights mixed up,
It is I who ackowledged your cravings for peach ice cream by knocking on the bowl of your belly,
I who went shopping and helped you pick out the "perfect" teddy bear for me
I who liked to be cradled in your belly and rocked off to a dreamy slumber by the fire.
It is I who never had a doubt about your love,
It is I who was able to put a lifetime of joy into a instant.
Thanks, Theresa
author unkown
You see her in the mall, in church or in the store.
Her clothing is colored and at times she seems to give out sigals "Keep away"
Her eyes at times seem that although the lights are on there is no one home.
She is not grieving, look at her. She wears no dark clothing, she smiles.
You have heard she is difficult to get along with, yet look at her, she goes to work.
Someone goes to speak with her and she excuses herself and goes away.
Well, if that's the way she is, you are not going to bother her today.
Her hair is shiny and neatly done,
This young woman goes around her daily chores.
Come with me friend, look, the car is garaged and parcels in her arms, enters her home. The keys are on the counter. Go on look closely.
Now, you see the swollen eyes, the sobs kept in while shopping.
A tiny snapshot is taken out of her purse, she hugs it to her breast.
Unspoken, the word WHY silently passes her lips.
Can you see clearly now, the young lady you ignored?
The young lady you thought was no in grief,
did not have a bell to ring as she went along saying,
"I'm in grief, help me!"
Next time you are out and you know someone may be grieving.
Stop ask them in for a cup of coffee.
Would they like to spend a few minutes with you?
Show them you care.
Give unconditional love and the gift of a friend.
Remember, there but for the grace of God go I.
Grieving Moms do not go aroud with signs saying they grieve.
Look in the mirror, she is just like you.
Yes she is normal, but living anything but a normal life.
Remember you could be that other woman, so do not walk by.
Thank You, Elizabeth
author unknown
When the days are short
and the nights are long.
When it doesn't matter
If all feelings are gone.
When sleep will not come
but you want nothing more.
When you can't get out of bed
or put your feet on the floor.
When the days hold nothing for you
and everything is a chore.
You walk around the house
but never exit the door.
Hobbies that once made you happy
hold no interest anymore
they are no longer fun
Just soemthing that's a bore.
You go about your life
but don't know what to do
You wonder what has happened
or even if this is really you.
you search for something to live for
and every day there is less.
You try to find anything
that can alleviate the stress.
Around others you smile and laugh
when you only want to cry.
you ask yourself over and over
the simple question "Why?"
You try to go on,living
to act like you are fine
Hope tomorrow you will get better
and the answer you will find.
When your life is overwhelming
something you can no longer bear.
There are people all around you
but it seems no one is there.
the depression has been forever
and anxiety rules your life.
Panic attacks engulf you
and cause tremendous strife.
You go for days without food
or eat everything in sight
Just to feel a small amount
of control in your own life.
you drink to forget your problems
just one more drink might do.
But then you find yourself
with more problems you can't undo.
You hae tried psychiatrists
and taking the medication
There is no one you can turn to
That can give you any direction.
It takes a lot of effort
to change the way you feel.
They say it can be done
But it's more that you can do.
You hurt the ones who love you
but don't know how to stop
Death is not the answer
but it always remains a thought.
You cry all alone
so no one really knows
The fear, pain and anguish
that upon you has a hold.
If you try to reach out
To those who really care
They can't talk about it
due to their own painful fear
Happiness is not an issue
Only survival is crucial
With every day you live
that day you try to deal.
Every day is just another
each one the same as before
There it stand before you
a monster to torture you more
Does the pain go on forever?
Or will all this ever end?
Your secrets are within you
You keep them in your mind
No one understand you
and yet you can't explain
The feeling dep inside you
the fear without a name.
Thank You, Monika
author unknown
Take my hand my friend
I wish to help you along
Just knowing there are two of us
Can help to make you strong
I know life seems undair
and soemtimes gets you down
But know that I am here for you
I'll always be around
So set a day aside
and togehter we will walk
down all your troubled pathways
for it sometimes helps to talk.
If you should need some time
To do this on your own
Then I will be here waiting
Since you wish to be alone.
I guess I want to say
tht I hold your friendship dear
and if you ever need me
just reach out, cause I am here.
Thank you, Theresa
(I have been told this is a song by the gospel group "The Greenes")
Many hopes of Moms and Dads
Trying to have a child of their own.
Some will never get the chance
Others will see them grown
For those that are expecting,
that precious baby soon.
But then its gone before it
ever gets the chance to leave its mothers womb.
Jesus has a rocking chair
and holds that precious baby
With oh such tender care
He takes the place of Mom and Dad
The greatest parents a child could ever have
Don't worry about the children there
Jesus has a rocking chair.
Now there are those that have lovely
boys and girls, a lovely gift from God.
But sickness or tragedy
taken them from their parents arms.
Momma's long for days gone by
while Daddy's wish for that lost child.
But tonight those children are not lost
you and I know just where they are.
Jesus has a rocking chair
and holds that precious baby
With oh so tender care.
He takes the place of Mom and Dad
The greatest parents a child could ever
have.
Don't worry about the children there
Jesus has a rocking chair.
Thank You Doris
For those few weeks-
I had you to myself
And that seems to short a time
to be changed so profoundly
In those few weeks
I came to know you
I came to love you
You came to trust me with your life
And what a life I had planned for you!
For those few weeks
When I lost you, I lost a lifetime of
hopes, dreams and aspirations.
A slice of my future simply vanished overnight
For those few weeks
It wasn't enough time to convince others
how very important you were
How odd, a truly unique person recently died
and no one is mourning your passing
For those mere few weeks
And no "normal" person would
cry all night over the loss of a
tiny, unfinished baby
Or get depressed day after endless day
No one would, so why am I?
You were for those few weeks our little one
You darted in and out of our lives too quickly
but that is all the time you needed
to make my life so much richer
And to give me a small glimpse of eternity
By Susan Erlin
Thank You, for sharing this poem
