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Hopes and Dreams Lost

Today I touched what you left behind,
Oh, so many memories attached to it all.


I gently rub my fingers across the last shirt you wore,
And try to inhale your remaining scent embedded in the fabric.

Packing and sorting your life, your hopes and dreams that will never be...
What am I searching for among this earthly stuff?


Perhaps trying in vain to recreate that which is lost,
And I want to pretend so hard that yesterday never happened….

I remember the words of Jesus, “In my house are many mansions…”

Prepare my heavenly place next to you, oh so close,
Where you will always be within the reach of my embrace…

Your Mom forever…

 

Jesse David's Mom

 

 

 

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Poem posted by Lora, Cara's Mom for Jesse

 

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RIP Rich Mullins Taken to Heaven: September 19, 1997

 

 

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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 only 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 worn 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 woman.
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.

~Author Unknown~

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What does it look like in heaven?
Is it peaceful is it free like they say?
Does the sun shine bright forever?
Have your fears and your pain gone away?
Cause here on earth it feels like everything good is missing, since you left
And here on earth everything thing is different
there's an emptiness

Oh-oh-oh I, I hope your dancing in the sky
and I hope your singing in the the angels choir
I hope the angels, know what they have
I bet it's so nice up in heaven since you've arrived

Now tell me, what do you do up in heaven?
Are your days filled with love and light?
Is there music? Is there art and invention?
Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?
Cause here on earth it feels like everything good is missing, since you left
And here on earth everything thing is different

Oh-oh-oh I, I hope your dancing in the sky
and I hope your singing in the the angels choir
I hope the angels, know what they have
I bet it's so nice up in heaven since you've arrived
Since you arrived

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ModKonnie

Would it be possible for me to post these poems in our Grieving newsletter? Please do not hesistate to say no if you are uncomfortable with my suggestion.

Thank you. These are amazing poems, and they speak volumes.

 

ModKonnie

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Jesse David & Taylor Mom

Would it be possible for me to post these poems in our Grieving newsletter? Please do not hesistate to say no if you are uncomfortable with my suggestion.

Thank you. These are amazing poems, and they speak volumes.

 

ModKonnie

Yes, that would be fine with me...if it helps someone else that is good.

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On Missing our Children

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Carry this Prayer poem by Wade, father of Brooks

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Poems and Writings authored by Dee
~ mom of Erica Eileen ~


Tangible things

They are the possessions we hang on to
long after the event.
The prom dress, yellow satin,
the first skating skirt, double tiered.
her trophies and report cards,
her favorite dolls
and her lefty mitt,
all packed in boxes.
Holy and sacred.
They are things,
the touchstones that I cherish and protect


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Hand me downs

At first,
our grief wears us,
We are attached like a blanket dragging behind a child,
we bump and tumble behind the wake of it all,
getting battered and bruised beyond recognition -
dirty and scarred -

 

We are an accessory to the whole idea of LOSS,
Somehow we don’t even know how the calendar pages turn -
But they do.

After a while when the shock begins to dissipate,
We wear our grief,
Like hand-me-downs that never quite fit right,
Too long, too short, too heavy, way too heavy-
And uncomfortable.

We did not ask to wear these only-for-other-people-clothes
The idea of them is too much to comprehend -
How am I this person without that person?
Who am I now?

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A New Home

She went home - but she took our old home with her,
causing us to search
and discover ways to find shelter,
and to learn to function without oxygen.

I sucked hard and filled my lungs with memories,
from which stores of air live.
And I coughed and sputtered and found shelter in all she left.


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This Mark of Time

I am running backwards through the thicket -
thorns puncture as vivid sequences are pulled from the storage space -
detail specific sequences that insist my immersion.

There are no detours - one must travel through it in order to glean those treasures that lay hidden in the ash and salt.

I know better now - not to fight this darkness -
but to explore these deep catacombs using all senses, using hope,
to show the way through, scratching my love into the walls.

 

 

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Homeless

 

A relentless stream, torrent really

of tears

salt and sting-

sounds finding their way up from deep soul,

like animals wildly searching for a place to be

but unable to rest,

crazy with grief.

 

Home is missing

you are not here

and so my home is missing.

And I circle and cross my own path

all traces of what was-

are gone.

 

By Dee Conmy

 

 

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Mermaid Tears

Laurie.....what a labor of love from your heart.....to compile and post....

   it touches my heart...

  you ...in your dark grief....has let the sadness become a light for others on this sad grief journey....

   thank you....and in gratitude...

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Laurie.....what a labor of love from your heart.....to compile and post....

   it touches my heart...

  you ...in your dark grief....has let the sadness become a light for others on this sad grief journey....

   thank you....and in gratitude...

Thanks so much Susan for your post above...it makes the load a little lighter when you walk this path with someone. Hopefully someone will get a little comfort from this...we need something in this journey through purgatory...

 

Prayers and gentleness...

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Jesse David & Taylor Mom

If someone has anything that has been meaningful to them regarding child loss, please feel free to add...

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Mermaid Tears

I SO relate to your 'Hopes and Dreams Lost'.....I have the shirt John David wore to the hospital...the shirt I gave him for his birthday...his shorts...laying across my wicker rocking chair...in the living area of my home...with photos..various items...his sunglasses...wallet....tennis shoes and socks......he was thinking it would just be an appointment with his Dr.....so casual...

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Mandy's mom

Thank you everyone for your posts! The songs were so beautiful. I am so lucky to have found you and I am so grateful for the support I feel on this group.

My prayers are there for all.

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Jesse David & Taylor Mom

For those who are missing their child.... While nothing takes the missing away, we can remember...and hold them close to our hearts....thanks to those who left comments....

 

 

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We can walk together on a shared path, but there is the carrying of one's beloved in the heart....

As deep as we loved, as deep as we sorrow...

 

 

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Poem posted by Steve's Mom. I very much identified with the last four lines:

 

TIME DOES NOT BRING RELIEF
By Edna Saint Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

 

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Take Away

 

Instead of Christmas gifts for me, come take some things away.

There's so much here that I don't want;

so please don't give....just take.

 

Take away my knowledge of funerals and urns and graves;

and take away the guilt I have for not being with him to save.

 

Take away these inward screams that resonate his death;

and take away my begging to give him back his breath.

 

Take away this heartache that leaves me living in pain;

and take away all the years after this sadness came.

 

Take away this loneliness that stays throughout the year;

and take away this horror that just won't disappear;

 

Take away the empty space he no longer occupies;

and take away these tears of mine that forever fill my eyes.

 

Take away the silence that reminds me that he is gone;

and take away my wondering how things could be so wrong.

 

Take away my questions Why....that cause never ending grief;

and take away my doubting that has shattered my beliefs.

 

Take away most anything, especially his untimely death--

 

Please don't take away my memories, they are all that I have left.

 

by Christine Ross 2006

 

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This Youtube video on Michael Rosen's Sad Book was first posted by Dee. I felt it definitely was worth reposting here. Thanks Dee for sharing this.

 

Michael Rosen's Sad Book by children's poet, Michael Rosen. The Sad Book is a kind of long poem written for Rosen's son Eddie, who passed away unexpectedly at age 18.
 

 

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Khyris_Mommy

I wrote this tonight after purchasing the tree for Khyri's grave.  I wasn't going to share, but I know that I'm not the only mama feeling it, and I know this is a safe place, I hope it helps even one other person know they aren't alone in their thoughts.

 

Twas two weeks before Christmas
And all through the house
A heartache was looming
No laughter could douse
A tiny tree sat
In the  corner with care
Cuz Mom wasn't ready 
To take it out there
To that cold little grave

Dirt still in a heap
Where so often she'd go
To ponder and weep
Her baby lay sleeping
So quiet and still
Taken to soon

And against Mommy's will
Her stocking still hung
Like the Christmas before
And Mommy still hoped
She would come through the door
This Christmas would be
Unlike any other
And so flowed the tears
Of the heartbroken mother
"She'd love all these lights,"
She thought to herself
As she thought of their plans
For the elf on the shelf
What would she wish for? 
And what would she wear?
Would she want to make cookies?

Or would she not care?

Would she watch the TV shows?
Or just fall asleep?
When she got to see Santa
Would she laugh, run, or weep?
Mama's heart broke
As she thought of it all 
And prayed as she let
Another tear fall
"Please, God, if you could,"
She prayed into the night
"Give my angel a kiss, 
And sweet dreams tonight."

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Mermaid Tears

An amazing....poem....coming straight from a Mama's shattered heart...please consider yourself hugged by me...

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Jesse David & Taylor Mom

Song Originally Posted by Shannon, Trista's Mom...I am reposting it here in honor of Trista Mae today...

 

 

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Wish I Had the Why (Shelly Fraley, BMI)

 

I wish I had the Why,

The Why for every woe,

Cause we’re all chasing ghosts,

Something we loved the most,

Lost along the way

 

Looking for a reason Why,

Why the dark comes out some days,

Why it takes your peace away and it breaks you down inside

 

When your peace like a river,

runs dry like the desert land,

I’ve seen the darkness fall and rise up from the sand, from the sand

 

Wish I had the words, the words to make it alright.....

 

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What many of us bereaved parent's are feeling this holiday...wishing everyone a gentleness of days...

 

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Khyris Mommy - Sky, thank you for sharing the beautiful poem in tribute of your daughter, Khyris this first Christmas...sending you a hug....

 

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"If I Could Be Where You Are"
 

Where are you this moment?
Only in my dreams.
You're missing, but you're always
A heartbeat from me.
I'm lost now without you,
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching, I keep hoping,
But time keeps us apart

Is there a way I can find you,
Is there a sign I should know,
Is there a road I could follow
To bring you back home?

Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away.
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay

If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home
Is there a way I can find you
Is there a sign I should know
Is there a road I can follow
To bring you back home to me
 
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Wings of Angels by Judy Collins

She wrote this for her son, Clark, who committed suicide

 

 

Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

I lost you on a winter's day
In that cold city far away
A city by a river deep
With promises you could not keep
A place where you had gone to try
A place where you had longed to fly
A city smiling when you cried
A city sleeping when you died

Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

In that cathedral by the hill
We stood and smiled in happier days
The fields along the river's edge
You fished and traveled hungrily
Your light burned in that sunny sky
Your voice above the water rang
I'd give it up give all I have
For one more chance to hear you sing

Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

Child of thunder in the dark child whose voice was like a lark
Child whose spirits lifted hearts child of many beauties

When the birds flock to the south
When the wind calls to the north
You are in the falling snow
You are beauty going forth
You are heat and you are light
Sun above the mountain's peak
I would give the sun and moon
Once more just to hear you speak

Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

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Poem by Wade for his son, Brooks.

 

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For those who have people in their life who just don't get it...

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Wrote this as I sat with my son, Brooks, at his grave.

 

I cried aloud into the night as I sat before the grave

Seeking holy answers for the son I could not save

 

Asking the Lord to light the way

Keeping my journey from going astray

 

I told him of my burdens and the sadness in my heart

I’d never felt so alone or so very far apart

 

Why did you take my child, Lord? I just can’t understand

No longer can I touch his face or hold his precious hand

 

I'm angry, God, missing him and drowning in my sorrow

Please help me heal my yesterday and face each new tomorrow

 

It was then I heard his voice and felt a presence near

How I wanted to hold him as I shed another tear

 

Dad, I'm safe now and my spirit is flying free

I'm singing in Heaven’s choir, so please don't cry for me

 

I was chosen by the Father above, and now I'm in His care

When you need me, look inside your heart, I promise to be there

 

No one can take away our bond with one another

For I will always be your precious child, as you will be my father

 

So if you can’t find your way, or the road to home seems so very far

Just look to the twinkling night and I will be your guiding star

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Wade, thank you for sharing your writings...I think so many can identify with the words you share.

 

Sending gentle thoughts today...

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A Candle in the Window Judy Philbin

 

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Time in a Bottle

Jim Croce wrote this for his son, while his wife was still pregnant...

 

 

 

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Ours was just too short...to my beautiful boys

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Jesse and my special walk on June 6, 2012 in Arizona. Our last family vacation. Somedays are better than others...

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I found this poem in a book a couple of days after Stephen's passing. We used the poem in the brochure we created for his memorial service.

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For both my sons, sending love to heaven...

 

Gone Too Soon by Daughtry

 

Not a day goes by,
That I don't think of you,
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose,
Such a ray of light we never knew,
Gone too soon, yeah.

Would you have been president
Or a painter, an author, or sing like your mother?
One thing is evident,
Would've given all I had,
Would've loved you like no other.

Who would you be,
What would you look like,
Would you have my smile and her eyes?
Today could have been the next day of the rest of your life.

Not a day goes by,
That I don't think of you,
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose,
Such a ray of light we never knew,
Gone too soon, yeah.

Not a day goes by,
Oh
I'm always asking why.

Not a day goes by,
That I don't think of you,
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose,
Such a beautiful light we never knew,
Gone too soon,
You were gone too soon
Yeah.

Not a day goes by,
That I don't think of you.

 

 

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Thank you Karen for sharing the writing below on the last post. Sending Gentle Thoughts.
 

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My son and two cousins passed away in a car accident on Thanksgiving Day 2005.  Here's a poem my daughter wrote at the time:

 

Some believe Angels

Are Always Protecting Us

But The Questions Is Not

Whether Angels Exist or Not

It's Who You Believe They Are

 

The Angels Who Hover Over Me

Are No Strangers

They Are My Loved Ones

Who Left This Earth

And No Longer Suffering

The harsh realities Of This World

 

I Believe That They Protect Me

With Their Love

In Their World There

Are No Bombs

No War

No Pain

No Misfortune

 

I Believe They Will

Never leave My Side

Even After My Time Is UP

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Jesse David & Taylor Mom

Thank you Laural for sharing the poem written by your daughter...I am sorry for the loss of your son and his two cousins...we don't know the "why", but I do believe their love continues on; and like your daughter wrote so elegantly, that they watch over us from where they are...sending gentle wishes for the day...

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Thank you for your kind words. You're right we never know why and it serves us no purpose to focus on that. I always try and focus on the positive and all the love and joy my son brought into our lives. God Bless You

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Address in the Stars

 

I stumbled across your old picture today

I could barely breathe

The moment stopped me cold

Grabbed me like a thief

I dialed your number

But you wouldn't be there

I knew the whole time, but it's still not fair

I just wanted to hear your voice

I just needed to hear your voice

What do I do with all I need to say

So much I wanna tell you every day

Oh, it breaks my heart

I cry these tears in the dark

I write these letters to you

But they get lost in the blue

There's no address in the stars

Now I'm driving through the pitch-black dark

I'm screaming at the sky, oh

cause it hurts so bad

everybody tells me that all I need is time

Then the morning rolls in and it hits me again

And that ain't nothing but a lie

What do I do with all I need to say

So much I wanna tell you every day

Oh, it breaks my heart

I cry these tears in the dark

I write these letters to you

But they get lost in the blue

There's no address in the stars

Without you here with me

I don't know what to do

I'd give anything just to talk to you

Oh, it breaks my heart, oh, it breaks my heart

All I can do is write these letters to you

But there's no address in the stars

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