HOW I WISH
How I wish you where near so I can whisper in your ear
my sweet little dear.
How I wish I could look in to your eyes
to wipe your tears away when you cry.
How I wish to see you sleep
too watch you smile when you dream.
How I wish could hold your tiny hands
& tickle your little feet.
How I wish I could watch you as you start to walk
& I wish I could hear you when you start too talk.
How I wish to hear your heart beating
but its so hard to hear when we are so far apart.
To My Lil Angel Riley,
I wish I had you to hold
Love Mommy.
Carla Ann
Not Alone
You never said you were leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That nobody could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you did not go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home
Author Unknown
If Tears Could Build A Stairway
If tears could build a stairway
and memories were a lane
I could walk right up to Heaven
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say good-bye
you were gone before I knew it
and only God knows why.
My heart’s still active in sadness
and secret tears still flow
what it meant to lose you
no one can ever know.
But now I know you want us
to mourn for you no more
to remember all the happy times
life still has much in store.
Since you’ll never be forgotten
I pledge to you today
a hallowed place within my heart
is where you’ll always stay.
Author Unknown
Just Say “I’m Sorry”
You don’t know how I feel
Please don’t tell me that you do.
There’s just one way to know–have you lost a child too?
“You’ll have another child!”–must I hear this each day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?
Don’t say it was “God’s will”--
That’s not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart,
Then watch as my tears flow?
“Aren’t you better yet?”
Is that what I heard you say?
NO! A part of my heart aches–
I’ll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind,
But it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child
Who has gone through death’s door.
Don’t say these things to me,
Although you do mean well.
They do not take the pain away;
I must go through this hell.
I will be better slow but sure–
And it helps to have you near.
But a simple “I’m sorry you lost your child”
Is all I need to hear.
By : Gail Fasolo
In Memory of : Christina
Born Still 02/05/1991
