By Allison Stinson
Daddy I'm watching down on you
And I just heard you say
That you and Mommy lost a baby
How sad you were that day
I want you to know I Love You
And I appreciate the thought
But if you could see me now so happy
And I'm so much better off
I know you and Mommy would care for me
And I'd be surrounded by love
But just remember I'm watching you
And I'm waiting for you above
I know you and Mommy wanted me
And so did my family
But Jesus had a pair of baby wings
And he needed me worse you see
For if I'd come to the world
And taken your name
I might have been a failure
And brought you only shame
But don't worry about me now
I'm safe and secure in his care
And just in case Mommy worries
Tell her Jesus has a rocking chair
So keep singing and preaching for Jesus
Soon you'll come to see me
The first thing I want you to do
Is sing s song for me
Tell Mommy I Love her too
And can't wait for her to hold me
I'll be standing by the River
There's no way she can miss me
Tell my big sissy
That I can't wait for her to play with me
And until we meet up here
Give her the love you have for me
For you my Baby Boy!!! I love You!!!
Mommy
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
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 on 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 door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door ...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her ...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit 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.
When God calls little children
to dwell with him above
We mortals sometimes 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 roasebud
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 "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
His journey has just begun,
Life holds so many facets~
This earth is only one.
Just think of him 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 he must be wishing~
That we could know today,
How nothing but our sadness~
Can really go away.
And think of him as living~
In the hearts of those he touched...
For nothing loved is ever lost~
And he was loved so much.
My Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
but I'm watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
at the very mention of my name.
She says it sounds like music to her ears
and can be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each tear fall on her face
when my name is said aloud.
I watch her stumble through each day
as she wishes the day would end.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
as she talks of me to her friends.
But there are few who truly understand.
Oh this I've heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face.
Will my Mom ever be the same?
I know that her smiles light up a sky.
But I don't see that smile today.
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face.
Her blue skies have turned to gray.
Oh I send to her my warmest hug
with the rays of the morning sun.
Then, I won't hear a tear fall on her face.
For I shall erase them one by one.
Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her.
But I'm watching her just the same.
And if I hear a tear fall on her face
I'll just softly whisper her name!
Author Kaye Des'Ormeaux ©2001
All Rights Reserved.
I know that you are heartbroken
and sad that I am gone.
But I am in Heaven now, Momma,
and I've never once been left alone.
Oh I wish you could see me now.
Heaven is a beautiful place to be.
Jesus is the light that shines here.
And He walks daily with me.
Oh, the skies are never gray here.
And it never ever rains.
And, although I know you still feel it...
Up here, there is no pain.
Angels are always singing for me.
Their voices are beautiful and clear.
I am in the presence of loved ones.
And Momma, I haven't seen one tear!
I know that you are hurting for me.
And I can't make your pain disappear.
But if you could see me now, you'd know
I am happy in Heaven
and I still love you from here!
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2000
by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
I just don't know what I would do
if each of you were not here.
You give me a shoulder to cry on.
You give me an ear to hear my tears.
Oh, I carried my baby for nine long months.
Some think that wasn't long enough;
That I shouldn't feel the loss of my little boy.
My heart just can't be that tough.
Now it's time for those special family holidays.
I'm just feeling numb and in despair.
I live with an empty space in my heart ...
How can they not understand or care?
I don't know why people feel this way.
They can sometimes be so cruel.
A bereaved parent lives with loneliness;
And there are no specific rules.
However, if you lose a child that you've held,
it seems to make it different somehow.
But if your child never took a breath,
it's said you shouldn't feel the emptiness now.
Oh they have no clue as to how I feel.
Only you can help my heart mend.
I realize that you have carried me through ...
I couldn't survive without my compassionate friends.
Again I say, I just don't know what I would do
if each of you were not here.
Always willing to give me a shoulder to cry on.
And always lending me a helping ear.
~Author~
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Dedicated to Carrie
In loving memory of Brandon
