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To My Son, Kris

A Mother's Love

A Mother's love for her child is a gift from God.
You can't understand its depth and breadth-
and nobody else ever has it.
Maybe it's the result of a Mother knowing this child
9 months longer than anybody else.
Longer than anybody else on the face of the earth.
Longer than everybody, except God.
(Maxine Urton ©1994)





The Pain

"The pain of child-birth quickly fades. The pain of child-death never goes away." (Maxine Urton ©2000)





I Am I Was

I am a grand-daughter, but Grandma is gone.
I am a daughter, but Mother is gone.
I was a Mother, because my son is gone.
(Maxine Urton ©1994)




Poems or Prayers

I'm not a poet and these are not poems.
I am a sad and lonely mother
who lost her son.
But writing seems to help with the grief
The pen allows me to temporarily deal
with my thoughts.
Maybe these aren't poems at all
Maybe these are really prayers.
©Maxine Urton




Angels Can See Our Prayers

Angels in heaven can SEE our prayers.
Each prayer offered up to heaven
is jetted upward on a beam of light.
The more sincere, more honest, and
more worthy the prayer,
means the brighter the beam of light.
ALL the angels see every beam.
Some are brighter than others.
And if worthy,
more than one guardian angel
will come to help that person in need.
Prayers sent to heaven never go unanswered.
It's just that some answers
we don't expect.
Some answers we don't understand.
©Maxine Urton




God’s Phone Number

Son,
I haven't gone to church since you died,
But I don't need to
since I talk directly to God everyday.
I pray that my broken spirit
will be made whole.
I pray that you will
visit me in a dream,
You see, I have my own,
personal,
private,
direct
1-800 God phone number.
©Maxine Urton




I Always Asked You

I always asked you;
Did you brush your teeth and
comb your hair?
(braces were expensive you know)

Did you do your homework?
(you know how teachers are)

Did you have enough money?
(either for lunch, a prom date,
or gas for your car)

Do you have a sore throat,
are you running a temp?
(you never were one to complain)

Now all I can ask you is
"When will I see you in Heaven?"
©Maxine Urton




Shame On You

Shame on you, why didn't you
take the VCR camera
recorder with you?
Then you could position yourself
directly over our house
and simply drop the tape so it
would fall down for me to reach.

Then I would know how you are,
what you are doing,
and what it's really like,
up there in heaven.
©Maxine Urton


















































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