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The Dash Poem by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak

At the funeral of a friend

He referred to the date on her tombstone

From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth

And spoke of the following date with tears

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between the years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own

The cars, the house, the cash

What matters most is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard

Are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left,

That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough

To consider what's true and real

And always try to understand

The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,

And show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives

Like we never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,

And more often wear a smile

Remembering that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read

Whith your life's actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?

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I wrote this poem during one of the long sleepless nights following my son Joshua's death. He drowned in a little spillway which is usually calm and has a fun little slide all the local kids play in. The water was apparently super high that day due to a release of water from a resevor miles away. We have reason to believe he might have been dared or pushed in by a friend. The friends who were there have changing stories and things don't add up but I know they never meant for him to die that horrible day.

Guilty!

It's my fault he died

I let him go

if only I had known

I would have said no

Guilty!

I'm the one who mentioned a dare

It's my fault he's gone

It just isn't fair

Guilty!

I should have saved him

jumped right in after

I just wasn't brave enough

to fight off disaster

Where oh Lord does the fault lie

Why oh why did Joshua die?

Which of us is guilty

Who takes the blame

someone must be responsible

for the horrible pain

"My children, None of you

not parent nor friend

can take the blame

for this boy's earthly end

Joshua's tasks

here on earth were complete

I called him home

to spend eternity with me

Oh my child don't you see?

There is no better place

for Joshua to be

I know you will miss him;

he was a part of your life

But his rewards in Heaven

could no longer be denied

Now Joshua is happy and free

He is bouncing and jumping for joy

here with Me

Do not cry for Josh-there is no need

but look to yourselves and assess your own needs

Do you know me child?? I am Jesus the Lord

I am your creator, I am the Word

I am calling for you right now don't you see?

-to learn and discover more about me

Joshua's life has planted the seed

for you to be born again unto me

Admit you can't do it.

You can't get Life right

mistake after mistake...

sin holds you tight

Then look to Me just like Joshua did

and believe I am God's son

make the choice to put me first as your Lord

I promise I am the one

Your sins will be forgiven

your life will be just right

for the tasks that I will give you

You will be able to fight the good fight

And when your tasks are complete

I will call you home to Me

And Joshua will be there too

to enjoy your company"

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[align=center]The Earth lost all its color the day you went away[/align]

[align=center]I look around and all I see are different shades of gray[/align]

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[align=center]If I to traveled up to space [/align]

[align=center]and looked in the rear view mirror[/align]

[align=center]The Earth would be as pale as the moon[/align]

[align=center]Without you living here.[/align]

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[align=center]The forests dull, fields turning brown[/align]

[align=center]All I know each day is that you're not around.[/align]

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[align=center]Bright orange poppies?? Amazing color you might see...[/align]

[align=center]But even they look faded... [/align]

[align=center]insignificant to me.[/align]

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[align=center]Where did the beauty go? Why can't I see it?[/align]

[align=center]Why did the world fade away. [/align]

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[align=center]It doesn't look the same, you know[/align]

[align=center]Without you here. [/align]

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[align=center]Everywhere I look [/align]

[align=center]I see only that you are not there. [/align]

[align=center]Your sparkle and luster gone from my world. [/align]

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[align=center]So I wait....[/align]

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[align=center]I can't imagine how much brighter Heaven is today[/align]

[align=center]Since you took all the colors from Earth with you...[/align]

[align=center]The day you went away.[/align]

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[align=center]Green vibrant and alive [/align]

[align=center]Red full of energy[/align]

[align=center]Yellow bursting with warmth and fun[/align]

[align=center]Blue beautiful and endless and the sea.[/align]

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[align=center]All faded without you.[/align]

[align=center]Now...only gray[/align]

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What an amazing comfort this poem gave me! I lost my son Jordan, 8 days after you wrote this poem. Jordan loved Jesus too. He was killed in a ATV accident ,driven by someone who was drunk.  The road before me is a long one. Only with Jesus holding my hand am I able to take each step. Thank you for that little bit of comfort!

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My name is Candace Carman.  I am very glad that my poem offered you comfort at a time in your life.  After pregnancy loss, I was extremely sad and wrote my words down to "get them out of my head". It helped some and although I lost my child, I am glad that my loss and words were able to help others.  Thank you for caring so much to post my poem.  Now the author is not unknown. :)

 

Mommy's Little One

[align=center]by Candace Carman [/align]

[align=center]None of these poems are perfect enough,[/align]

[align=center]For A little baby who’s mommy misses so much.[/align]

[align=center]The words just don’t seem to be right,[/align]

[align=center]They don’t ease my pain or make my heavy burden light.[/align]

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[align=center]They aren’t right on paper or in my head,[/align]

[align=center]Because mommy can’t deal with the fact her little one’s dead.[/align]

[align=center]You see precious one, mommy’s really sad and upset,[/align]

[align=center]My little one’s gone and I can’t move on yet.[/align]

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My baby had toes, eyes, feet and ears,[/align]

[align=center]Every time I remember I shed tear after tear.[/align]

[align=center]The doctors listened and looked,[/align]

[align=center]And said, “We’ve stared hard at his heart and it just won’t beat.” [/align]

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[align=center]See the doctors couldn’t be right,[/align]

[align=center]My baby’s not gone he’s just fallen asleep.[/align]

[align=center]We sat and we looked, but you never woke up to tell mommy hello,[/align]

[align=center]To say mommy I’m here, please don’t give up hope, don’t let me go.[/align]

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No movement or sound to say mom I’m okay,[/align]

[align=center]So they took you from me, they took you away.[/align]

[align=center]Night after night, and day after day, mommy can’t got to sleep,[/align]

[align=center]Mommy can’t say goodbye, she doesn’t believe,[/align]

[align=center]That mommy’s little baby’s in heaven and it’s now time to grieve,[/align]

[align=center]For the loss of her baby she never could see.[/align]

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 Don’t think mommy does not love you or miss you so bad,[/align]

[align=center]Mommy still loves you, mommy’s so very, very sad.[/align]

[align=center]See you’ll always be my little baby that I carried inside,[/align]

[align=center]I love you so much, you’re my joy and my pride.[/align]

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[align=center]Baby, mommy is trying to tell you she loves you,[/align]

[align=center]But there are no words to say, [/align]

[align=center]How much your mommy will miss you day after day.[/align]

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[align=center]These words still just aren’t nearly perfect enough,[/align]

[align=center]For the little baby who’s mommy misses so much.[/align]

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[align=center]A note to my little one:

"Be sweet little one, sleep tight and goodnight,

if you can't go to bed ask God to leave on a small light.

Mommy will see you soon, you don't have to be scared,

if you need me little one, mommy's heart is with you, I'm always right there." [/align]

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My name is Candace Carman, Thank you for letting my words comfort you. I am sorry for your loss.

 

[user=16088]mymakai[/user] wrote:

this one has helped me in so many ways.

Mommy's little one

NONE OF THESE POEMS ARE PERFECT ENOUGH,

FOR A LITTLE BABY WHO'S MOMMY MISSES SO MUCH.

THE WORDS JUST DON'T SEEM TO BE RIGHT

THEY DON'T EASE MY PAIN OR MAKE MY HEAVY BURDEN light

THEY AREN'T RIGHT ON PAPER OR IN MY HEAD,

BECAUSE MOMMY CAN'T DEAL WITH THE FACT HER LITTLE ONE'S DEAD

YOU SEE PRECIOUS ONE, MOMMY'S REALLY SAD AND UPSET

MY LITTLE ONE'S GONE AND I CAN'T MOVE ON YET.

MY BABY HAD TOES, EYES, FEET AND EARS

EVERY TIME I REMEMBER I SHED TEAR AFTER TEAR.

THE DOCTORS LISTENED AND LOOKED,

AND SAID "WE'VE STARED HARD AT HIS HEART AND IT JUST WON'T BEAT"

SEE THE DOCTORS COULDN'T BE RIGHT,

MY BABY'S NOT GONE HE'S JUST FALLEN ASLEEP.

WE SAT AND WE LOOKED, BUT YOU NEVER WOKE UP TO TELL MOMMY HELLO

TO SAY MOMMY I'M HERE, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP HOPE, DON'T LET ME GO.

NO MOVEMENT OR SOUND TO SAY MOM I'M OKAY

SO THEY TOOK YOU FROM ME, THEY TOOK YOU AWAY.

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, AND DAY AFTER DAY, MOMMY CAN'T GO TO Sleep

MOMMY CAN'T SAY GOODBYE, SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE,

THAT MOMMY'S LITTLE BABY'S IN HEAVEN AND IT'S NOW TimeTO GRIEVE,

FOR THE LOSS OF HER BABY SHE NEVER COULD SEE.

DON'T THINK MOMMY DOES NOT LOVE YOU OR MISS YOU SO BAD,

MOMMY STILL LOVES YOU, MOMMY'S SO VERY VERY SAD.

SEE YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY LITTLE BABY THAT I CARRIED INSIDE,

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU'RE MY JOY AND MY PRIDE.

BABY, MOMMY IS TRYING TO TELL YOU SHE LOVES YOU,

BUT THERE ARE NO WORDS TO SAY,

HOW MUCH YOUR MOMMY WILL MISS YOU DAY AFTER DAY.

THESE WORDS STILL JUST AREN'T NEARLY PERFECT ENOUGH,

FOR THE LITTLE BABY WHO'S MOMMY MISSES SO MUCH.

Author unknown.

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[user=16088]mymakai[/user] wrote:

and another one of my favorites

A note to my little one:

"Be sweet little one, sleep tight and goodnight,

if you can't go to bed ask God to leave on a small light.

Mommy will see you soon, you don't have to be scared,

if you need me little one, mommy's heart is with you, i'm always right there."

unknown

Author, Candace Carman.

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cousin2anangel

Lost my cousin Lucas in 2000. We burried him on his 6 Month Birthday. He fought Cancer for 5 days...I write poems all the time not only for Lucas but for other Angel families aswell. This one I did write for Lucas.

Madissen

I was getting very tired, I knew it was almost time to go,

the Angels were near me, with their beautiful glow.

The told me not to be afraid, that they will take me home,

to a place with no more pain, straight to Gods Heavenly Throne.

So I left my body on Earth, as my spirit was set free,

I felt no more pain in my body, and went to sit on God's knee.

He told me everything will be alright, that I was part of his big plan,

that he needed me for something greater, so my life up in Heaven began.

So mommy please don't be so sad, & daddy please try to understand,

God has a special plan for us all, when we meet in his heavenly land.

Written By Madissen L (July 2009)

 

 

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Another Poems for Lucas...

[align=center]Its Been To Long...

Its been to long since we have seen your face,

our hearts are so broken we feel out of place.

Everything has changed since you went away,

Your smile, laugh & love is missing everyday.

We wish you were still here & never had to go,

its so hard to be here & not watch you grow.

Wondering what you would be like today,

But now all we can do is pray.

Pray you are happy & healthy above,

and that your getting so much love.

Pictures of you always make us smile,

and we try & remember that your only gone for awhile.

We will see your face agan in Heaven so high,

when we finally get the chance to fly to the sky.

Lucas never forget that we love you so much,

and we are forever missing your touch.

So fly high sweet boy & spread those wings,

and we will see you someday with the King of all Kings.

Written By Madissen Levesque

May 19, 2009

(DO NOT TAKE)[/align]

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Maddison - Beautiful words, written from the heart for one who now soars.......thanks for sharing.

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Hi... I saw the email inviting members to participate here. Last year I wrote this poem / song about the journey I've been on. My parents both died while I was a child more than four decades ago, and this process of writing poetry was still quite therapeutic. The poem ends with my life's mission of encouraging the friends and family of deceased parents to write letters for the surviving children - Memories for Surviving Kids ( http://www.mfsk.org )

When I was ten I kicked the football high,

While the trucks of Tonawanda all drove by.

There were people all surrounding me,

But the ball was all that I could see.

The smell of streets in spring still makes me cry.

When I was forty my best friend Michael died.

Another casket with children by it’s side.

I wondered if they’d have a scent,

Reminding how those next days were spent.

The smell of streets in spring still makes me cry.

When I was forty five I thought I’d try,

To help kids like me and Michael’s clarify,

Who those parents were that left so fast,

From the folks that knew about their past,

So listen up, and give this plan a try.

Write letters for the kids that cry,

Don’t let your memories pass them by,

Their curiosity is often shy.

Write stories about the time you spent,

The what you loved, the where you went.

They’ll be reasons to smile and look up high.

A man that knew my mom gave it a try.

Five pages of his memories had arrived.

I’m forty nine and I’m full grown,

But the boy with the ball was no longer alone.

Suddenly, it felt good when I cried.

Write letters for the kids that cry,

Don’t let your memories pass them by,

Their curiosity is often shy.

Write stories about the time you spent,

The what you loved, the where you went.

They’ll be reasons to smile and look up high.

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I just reached the two year mark since I lost my daughter. I wrote this poem last year. I hope it is uplifting to someone as it has encouraged me.

Tameki

Flying

Six months it has been, since your heavenly departure.

But it seems like only yesterday, we shared a laugh together.

Princess Jas, royalty in the upper room.

You were my child, precious to me, eventually becoming the teacher instead of the student.

On March 10, a beautiful day in 98, I met my true self in your light brown eyes.

The times we spent, always in my mind, forever immortalized in my thoughts.

Yours and your brothers’ well being has always being and will forever be

A priority….

But it was on that dark day October 27, 2008 and I truly found myself.

The essence of my being was brought forth, the “me” that was lost, was now found.

A new prize in the wake of the ashes was claimed, love for self.

Now more obvious than before… the lesson you came to teach was finally learned.

Now that you’ve departed, I have been afraid.

To fly like the eagle I was created to become.

But I finally understand that it’s not flying that is the skill that has to be mastered

It was always and is ...leaping.

Now you’ve returned to your heavenly nest, and your mission completed.

I could only smile with bitter tears in my eyes.

Because in the short time we’ve had on Earth…you saved my life.

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I just reached the two year mark since I lost my daughter. I wrote this poem last year. I hope it is uplifting to someone as it has encouraged me.

Tameki

Flying

Six months it has been, since your heavenly departure.

But it seems like only yesterday, we shared a laugh together.

Princess Jas, royalty in the upper room.

You were my child, precious to me, eventually becoming the teacher instead of the student.

On March 10, a beautiful day in 98, I met my true self in your light brown eyes.

The times we spent, always in my mind, forever immortalized in my thoughts.

Yours and your brothers’ well being has always being and will forever be

A priority….

But it was on that dark day October 27, 2008 and I truly found myself.

The essence of my being was brought forth, the “me” that was lost, was now found.

A new prize in the wake of the ashes was claimed, love for self.

Now more obvious than before… the lesson you came to teach was finally learned.

Now that you’ve departed, I have been afraid.

To fly like the eagle I was created to become.

But I finally understand that it’s not flying that is the skill that has to be mastered

It was always and is ...leaping.

Now you’ve returned to your heavenly nest, and your mission completed.

I could only smile with bitter tears in my eyes.

Because in the short time we’ve had on Earth…you saved my life.

Jazzyswag,

What an inspirational, thoughtful and deeply poignant poem. I am so very sorry about your daughter. I think your poem will encourage others. It's a very positive message that others will be able to relate to. Thank you for sharing it with us.

ModKonnie

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Hi... I saw the email inviting members to participate here. Last year I wrote this poem / song about the journey I've been on. My parents both died while I was a child more than four decades ago, and this process of writing poetry was still quite therapeutic. The poem ends with my life's mission of encouraging the friends and family of deceased parents to write letters for the surviving children - Memories for Surviving Kids ( http://www.mfsk.org )

When I was ten I kicked the football high,

While the trucks of Tonawanda all drove by.

There were people all surrounding me,

But the ball was all that I could see.

The smell of streets in spring still makes me cry.

When I was forty my best friend Michael died.

Another casket with children by it’s side.

I wondered if they’d have a scent,

Reminding how those next days were spent.

The smell of streets in spring still makes me cry.

When I was forty five I thought I’d try,

To help kids like me and Michael’s clarify,

Who those parents were that left so fast,

From the folks that knew about their past,

So listen up, and give this plan a try.

Write letters for the kids that cry,

Don’t let your memories pass them by,

Their curiosity is often shy.

Write stories about the time you spent,

The what you loved, the where you went.

They’ll be reasons to smile and look up high.

A man that knew my mom gave it a try.

Five pages of his memories had arrived.

I’m forty nine and I’m full grown,

But the boy with the ball was no longer alone.

Suddenly, it felt good when I cried.

Write letters for the kids that cry,

Don’t let your memories pass them by,

Their curiosity is often shy.

Write stories about the time you spent,

The what you loved, the where you went.

They’ll be reasons to smile and look up high.

What a great idea, and a wonderful poem! I am always so amazed at how clever, bright and inspiration people can be during their darkest time.

Thank you for sharing this with us, and please come back as often as you'd like.

ModKonnie

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