Poems

  Poems written to babies from Parents
Footsteps
Missing our Babies
Your Shawl

  Poems written to Parents from baby
Mommy and Daddy
Oh Mother, My Mother

  Poems written to our Heavenly Father
And God Said..
Faith
 

Just Those Few Weeks

The Cord

We are connected
My child and I,
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord
That connects us till birth.
This cord can't be seen
Here on earth.

This cord does its work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.

The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed.
It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord
Man could create.
It withstands the test,
Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The Cord is still there
But no one can see

It pulls at my heart.
I am bruised - I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.

I am thankful that God
Connects us this way -
A mother and child.
Death can't take it away.

-Author Unknown
 

My Precious Angels

In memory of you,
My Precious Little Babes
I did not get to hold you
Or look into your face.

So quickly you were taken
Before I could feel your touch.
I did not know it was possible
To hurt so very much.

The pain that I have felt
Is more than one should bare.
But, I have the joy of knowing,
In Heaven, I'll hold you there.

Each time I see a baby
I stop and think of you.
The tears well up again
For the days were just so few.

The days with you inside
Weren't long enough for me.
My heart aches to hold you,
One day in Heaven that will be.

The thought that keeps me going
Is one day we will share
That very special moment
Of holding each other up "There"

Dedicated to my babies that I lost and miss so very much.
 (copyright 1997, 1998, 1999 - Patricia Stevens)
 

Footsteps

My sweet angel -
how very softly you tiptoed into our world.
Almost silently, only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon our hearts.

Dorothy Ferguson
 
 

Missing our Babies

Precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me
        So perfect, pure and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and your life
And all that it would be.
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your mother,
He'll always be your dad.
You will always be our child,
The child that we had.
But now you're gone...but yet you're here
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy,
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong,
We'll forget you never~
The child we had but never had,
And yet will have forever.
Author Unknown

YOUR SHAWL

Too tiny for clothes
I bought you a shawl
A delicate white
To cover your all.

Soft baby yarn
With a beautiful fringe
I told them to wrap you
Carefully within.

My heart ached to hold you
And just keep you near
To wrap you and rock you
But they might see a tear.

So I let perfect strangers
Do what I could have done
If only my shame
Of tears had not won.

I will never forget
As they lowered your box
That slight bit of fringe
Peeking out from the top.

My sweet baby boy
Who went far away
Please stay a baby
I'll rock you some day.

Created With Love
by Your Mommy
Pam Howerton

Mommy and Daddy
by Susan Harper Simpson

Mommy and Daddy please don't be sad.
I miss you so much, too.
It's beautiful here where I am,
but I worry a lot about you.
I sleep with angels watching me,
there's only love up here.
I'm never lonely of afraid
'cause God is always near.
I walk with Jesus every day.
He's very kind and sweet.
Don't worry, Mommy and Daddy, He holds my hand
when we cross a golden street.
I never cry or hurt myself,
I see rainbows every day...
I play and laugh and sing a lot
and hear you when you pray.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don't be mad at God.
You see, He loves me, too.
And, even though you're not with me,
I'm really still with you.
 

Oh Mother, My Mother

 Oh Mother, My Mother
 I touch your tears
 invisible fingers
 soothing your skin
 I know you think of me so often
 in the day, in the night
 in your dreams
 going into an empty nursery
 knowing I'll never be there
 but I am...in your heart
 in your soul, I shall always be
 for you gave so unselfishly
 of yourself.
 Inside of you, you created
 such a world for me
 a world of laughter, of love
 of sadness, of sorrow
 every emotion people come to know
 you shared with me.
 And even though I may never
 feel your arms around me
 I felt your heart beating,
 like a lullaby, singing me to sleep
 and your spirit giving me a safe haven
 already protecting me, nurturing me
 preparing me of things to come.
 But sometimes the journey
 of life pulls souls apart
 and yes, I had to go on
 to another place.
 I wish I could stay
 I wish this was a decision
 I could make
 and I know you do too.
 Know this wherever you are:
 I will always remember
 that yours was the first love
 the first joy, the first soul
 I will ever know
 you gave me the courage to
 go on in my journey
 I hope I can do the  same
 for you
 Your heart beat will always
 call me to you.

 Love, your child

And God Said..

I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."

 I said, "God, I cry a lot."
 And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

  I said, "God, I am so depressed."
 And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

 I said, "God, life is so hard."
 And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, "I saw my son nailed to a cross."

  I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
 And God said, "So does yours."

 I said, "God, where are they now?"
 And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

  I said, "God, it hurts."
  And God said, "I know."

Posted on the wall at the
Oklahoma City bombing site
 by K. C. and Myke Kuzmic
 Stockton, CA

Faith

I believe in the sun
even when it isnt shining.
I believe in love
even when I feel it not.
I believe in God
even when He is silent.

Thanks Jean aka WolfLady for giving us this meaningful poem