Dedicated to my beautiful baby girl, Leanne June 18, 1975 - Feb 25, 1980 I'll love you forever Lee-Lee! Mama
She loved picking me dandelions!!!
It takes a broken heart to know one,
that's why my narrow shoulder's wide,
and provides ample room to cry upon,
I know of the hurt that's deep inside.
Right now, there's fog on the sunniest day,
and just to move about's a chore.
You have cried so much, so often,
you wonder how there is still more.
Now so called wise men,
say the ache is not really in the heart,
but that is sure where the pain is,
and you feel like it's ripped apart.
And sometimes advice pours in,
and it's great to get others' support,
but heartbreak has a course to run,
and it is seldom, if ever, short.
So for now, I give you my shoulder,
for I know what you're going through.
And trust me, it will, indeed, get better,
I know, because I've been there, too.
copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker
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A child of mine," He said "For you to love the while she lives And mourn for when she is dead. "It may be four or five years, Or twenty-two or three; But will you, 'til I call her back Take care of her for me? "She'll bring her charms to gladden you And shall her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories As solace for your grief. "I cannot promise she 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 search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you. "Now will you give her all your love Nor think the labor vain; Nor hate Me when I come to call And take her back again?" I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy Will be done! For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. "We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love her while we may, And for the happiness we've known Forever grateful stay. "But shall the Angels call for her Much sooner then we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand." --unknown-- * I changed the He to She |
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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.
By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 15, 1998
Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived.
Special dedication to Clarissa
Please do not use the poems without written permission. Disclaimer and Copyright © Kaye Des'Ormeaux 1990-2001 - All Rights Reserved. KDezamo's Home Page
http://members.tripod.com/~KDezamo1/index.html
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