Gone Too Soon

Like a comet blazing 'cross the evening sky, gone too soon.

Like a rainbow fading in the twinkling of an eye, gone too soon.

Shiny, sparkly and splendidly bright, here one day gone one night.

Like the loss of sunlight on a cloudy afternoon, gone too soon.

Like a castle built upon a sandy beach, gone too soon.

Like a perfect flower that is just beyond your reach, gone too soon.

Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight, here one day gone one night

Like a sunset dying with the rising of the moon, gone too soon.

by Michael Jackson (for babv D.)

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Visitor From Heaven

A visitor from Heaven
If only for a while.
The gift of life to be returned
We think of you and smile.

A visitor from Heaven
Accompanied by grace
Reminding of a better love
And of a better place.

With aching hearts and empty arms
We send you with a name.
It hurts so much to let you go
But we're so glad you came.

We're so glad you came
A visitor from Heaven
If only for a day.
We thank Him for the time he gave
And now it's time to say.

We trust you to the Father's love
And to His tender care.
Held in the Everlasting Arms
And we're so glad you're there.
We're so glad your there.

With breaking hearts and open hands
We send you with a name.
It hurts so much to let you go
But we're so glad you came.
We're so glad you came.

-Unknown

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In Two

When I found out that you had died,
My heart split in two.
The one side filled with memories,
The other died with you..
I often lay awake at night
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down Memory Lane,
With tears upon my cheeks.

Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
But missing you is a heartache
That never goes away.
I hold you tightly within my heart,
And there you will remain.
Life has gone on without you,
But it will never be the same.

For those who still have their children,
Treat them with care.
You will never know the emptiness
As when you turn and they're not there.

-Unknown

Fingerprints

Your fingerprints are on my heart,
Ever since I held your little hand.
You touched me.
Even though I never heard you speak
You taught me.
You taught me about love.
You taught me about caring.
You taught me about courage.
You taught me about faith.
You taught me about happiness.
You taught me about sorrow.
You brought me closer to my loved ones.
You brought me closer to myself.
In the time I cared for you
My life changed,
Never to be the same again.
Because of you
I know I will be more prepared for life.
All this from tiny fingerprints
That touched my heart.
Because of this
You will forever live in my soul,
Never to be forgotten.
I will always love you.
You are my child.

-Unknown

Men Do Cry

by Ken Falk

I heard quite often "men don't cry"
though no one ever told me why.
So when I fell and skinned a knee
no one came by to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I'd quickly learn to turn and quip
"It doesn't hurt" and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle and tears.
Though "Be a big boy" it began
quite soon I learned to "Be a man".

And I could play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my soul.
No pain or setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my baby die.
And quickly found, to my surprise,
that all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry, and have no shame.
I cannot play that "big boy" game.
And openly, without remorse,
I let my sorrow take its course.

So those of you who can't abide
a man you've seen who's often cried,
reach out to him with all your heart
as one whose life's been torn apart.

For men DO cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless streams
when mindless fate destroys their dreams.

Still

Please don't tell me not to cry.
Please don't say there's a reason why.

You don't know what I am feeling,
Or how mush I hurt.
The wet spots are from tears,
On the collar of this shirt.

You think I should go on with life-
Forget about it and be strong.
But deep down I am sad,
And I don't want to go along.

I don't expect you to understand why
For no apparent reason I break down and start to cry.

My life has changed forever, you see.
And that is why I'm not the same ol' me.

So please don't try to act like nothing happened
Because it's changed my life forever..
I will never be the same again-
Not today, not tomorrow, but never.

The best thing you can do for me is just be there-
Just like always, my friend.
My broken heart is hurting bad
And it will never mend.

-Unknown

Tiny Angel

For a brief and fleeting moment
An angel touched the ground
With tiny wings and halo
And sweet, soft angel sounds
Blessing the lives of others
In beauty and in grace.
Those who saw her knew
That God had kissed her tiny face.

The angel came for reasons
We may not understand,
Her journey brief, with gifts
So great and guided by God's hand.

For the angel left so much behind
Left nothing here undone.
She gave herself so others live
Just like her Father's son.

So rest now tiny angel.
Your work on Earth is through.
In the beauty of God's perfect love
We saw His gift in you.

-Unknown

In Memory Of

Brooklyne Nicole
February 14, 2010 * 11:22 AM
3 pounds 11 ounces * 18 inches
beloved daughter of Mark and Lorrina
little sister to Braxton

Mommy I'm Here

Mommy I know this day wasn't what you had planned,
But I'm right here beside you, holding your hand.
My spirit has already gone, there's so much work to do,
But our Father let me come today so I could comfort you.
I know you and Daddy love me, and it's hard to see me go,
But that is why we're sent to earth, so we can learn and grow.
I wish I could stay with you here and play with my brother too,
But for now I'll have to wait until your missions are though.
I'll be near when you need me to wipe away your tears,
to hold you tight and kiss your cheeks and chase away your fears.
And on the day our Father calls you to come home
I'll be right there to get you, you'll never be alone.

-Deanne Taylor

The Sleepover

They've packed their bags and favorite toys -
A giggling group of girls and boys.

A trip to Grandma's, a night of treats;
A cousin fest, with little sleep.

They get to play and sleep all night.
Oh they'll behave, they seldom fight.

They've settled in, they're breathing deep;
A sigh, a moan, a little peep.

My house is full, my heart is not.
Inside I have an aching spot.

I miss your voice, your laugh of glee,
Your tiny arms encircling me.

The others here will never know
Why you were taken, we miss you so.

As night descends on sleeping faces
I scan the sky for Heavenly places.

A shining star beams through the night;
A flicker, a twinkle of far away light.

Tears form, but peace fills the air.
You haven't missed it. I know you are here.

Your bag too is packed, with Heavenly toys
Of love and comfort and radiant joy.

Your tiny presence, a watch you'll keep
Over your loved ones as each of them sleeps.

-Chloe's Grandma

Precious Angel

Precious angel sent to earth,
Did they tell you of your worth?

More than diamonds, rubies, or gold.
Only you I want to hold.

So perfect your beauty as I look into your eyes,
That gentle reflection of angels in the skies.

Each day you grew inside me so big and so strong
But your time here with me was not to be long.

Oh how my heart aches as I have to say goodbye
As I let you go back to play in the sky.

-Unknown

Special Handling Please

I was handed a package the other day.
It was wrapped securely to be mailed away.
Attached to the outside as plain as could be
Was a simple note for all to see.

Please rush through the holiday season,
Too painful to open for any reason.
Contained within find one broken heart -
Fragile, broken, and falling apart.

Tried to go shopping the other day.
The hype of the season blew me away.
Sat down to write cards,
That was insane.
Couldn't find the list
Or think of my name.

People say,
"Come over, be of good cheer," and
"Celebrate the holidays,
Prepare a New Year."

But my grief overwhelms me
Like waves in the sea.
Can they cope with my crying,
and unsettled me?

I don't have any holiday cheer.
Decorations, traditions, big family meal,
I can't do this year.
Do you know how I feel?

Guilty and frustrated!
I've let everyone down!
Our holiday celebrations
Used to be the best in town.

So just ship me away,
Address unknown.
When my grief is better
I might fly home.

-Author Unknown

Glory In The Flower

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;

-from "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" by William Wordsworth

A Stairway

My Child's Name

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know,
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine."
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.

-Author Unknown

His and Hers

They both feel helpless.
But they each seek their own roles.
They have to find a way to cope.
To soothe their shattered souls.
He wants to take away her pain,
And make her feel safe once more.
She wants to share her tears with him,
Bare herself to the core.
He wants to make it better,
And he wants to be assured
That everything will be okay
That their love has endured.
She wants to talk some more
About their child who died.
He thinks that he's
Done something wrong,
And that is why she sighed.
She's crying once again,
And won't get out of bed.
He sees her journal perched atop
All those books she's read.
She sees him start a new project,
Go to work and watch TV.
She wonders how he does it.
How he has the energy.
But sometimes there's a moment,
When they're both on the same plane.
Sometimes, just for a moment,
Their grief seems just the same.
It's those small-shared moments
That they need so very much.
That they find each other reaching,
That they find each others touch.

-Gwen Flowers

A "Still" Father

My child is gone
I hardly remember
Her coming
A moment in time
That was both
The longest
And shortest
Of my life.
Anticipation
Devastation
And now
Reclamation
Putting the pieces
Of my soul
In semblance
Of order.
Time to go on
Time to get on
With life
With love
With a hole
In my heart
But with joy
For that moment.
I am her father
A blessed gift
Through whom I have learned
I can love
Deeply
That which I cannot hold
Except in my heart
Knowing I am forever her father.

by Richard Olsen, founder and Executive Director of The National Stillbirth Society

My Mom Is a Survivor

My mom is a survivor,
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.

-Kaye Des'Ormeaux

Thinking of and praying for all you mom's of angels this Mother's Day.

An Ugly Pair of Shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable Shoes.
I hate my 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 other 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 work 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.

-Unknown

My Poem for Olivia

She was supposed to be here now,
So cuddly, warm and sweet.
You planned for months, and felt her move,
And loved her more each day.


This baby girl, you hadn’t met,
Filled you up with pride.
We couldn’t wait to meet her too,
And look into her eyes.


Then, with no notice,
She was taken from this place.
I heard the phone, got a lump in my throat,
And knew nothing would be the same.


Tears rolled freely down my cheeks,
As I listened to the news.
My heart just ached, and I wondered what
Your hearts must be going through.


Olivia Marie,
The name just seemed to fit,
The precious girl who couldn’t stay,
Though we wished so much she could.


She must be special to have left,
Such a mark on us.
And what a day it will be,
When we meet her face to face.


She will always be your daughter,
Our granddaughter, niece and cousin.
We’ll just have to wait a while,
To see Livy’s perfect smile.

-Olivia's Aunt Mandy

Poem Without A Name

This was sent to me by a friend who has babies in heaven:

"The following poem was sent to us by a mother who received it from a friend. The friend had no idea who wrote it. Surely though, whoever did must have been someone like us, to capture not just the pathos of stillbirth, but the emptiness that greets mothers when they step back into the world.

"What is it in our culture that causes so many to fear death so much that they will go out of their way to not even discuss it? Is this aversion like the blinders horses wear, so they are not startled by peripheral events? If so, we’re going to miss a lot of life along the roads we travel for not accepting that all roads have endings.

"We have experienced the best and the worst life has to offer. And yet is there any one of us who – were we given a chance knowing the outcome – would not have gone through the fire? We are not to be pitied for our loss. It is they, who have 'died', but not yet stopped breathing or fallen over, that deserve the pity."


Poem Without A Name

To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed in the baby department,
look a little deeper.
Surely you have some compassion in your heart.

To those who change the subject when we speak our baby's name,
change your way of thinking.
It just might change your whole life.

To those who roll their eyes and say that we barely had her at all,
how could we miss her so much,
in our hearts we have seen her live a thousand times.
We have seen her first steps, her first day of school, her wedding, and her children.
We have had her forever in our minds.

To those who say we can have another, we did.
I thank God for that everyday,
but even if I have twenty more babies,
I will forever have one in the grave,
and that is one too many.

To those who say to get on with my life, I have.
It is a different life,
the life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!

Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works,
she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.

Do not dismiss us; we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US,
and you just might see THEM.

-Author Unknown