My Son,

We are connected, My child and I,
By 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, By any on Earth.
This cord does it's 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.
Though you are gone, Though you're not here,
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 !

Your Loving Mom

Michael,

The last thing I said to you,
was that if you close your eyes, I will be there.
Well I am here and you are still here
and always will be, in our hearts.
I know that you are in a good place now,
as you were always good and kindhearted.
So I am glad that you didn't suffer with pain,
for too long. It would have been nice to have seen you
for longer on earth and maybe grown old and
have holidays together, but it was bound to happen
to one of us and eventually will, to all of us.
The best we can do now,
is to have the memories and to love
those left behind, until we can see you again.

Your loving brother Tony
and family.