More Poems You have seen my feet in a large place. Psalm 31:8 Untitled The mention of my child's name may bring tears to my eyes, but it never fails to bring music to my ears. If you are my friend, let me hear the beautiful music of her name it soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul. Unknown author Untitled We know that you had tried when no longer you could hold on our tears were shed upon you for no longer could we be strong but our bond remains unbroken special memories we have to keep inside our hearts, forevermore when you have gone to sleep. By:Cindy Stevenson, in memory of her son, Michael Don't forget to entertain strangers, for by doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2 A Mom's Love The Angels...singing unto on another, Can find among their burning terms of Love None so devotional as that of a "Mom." Men Do Cry I heard quite often "men don't cry" though no one ever told me why So when I fell and skinned a knee, no one came by to comfort me. And when some bully-boy at school would pull a prank so mean and cruel I'd quickly learn to turn and quip, "It doesn't hurt," and bite my lip. So as I grew to reasoned years, I learned to stifle my tears. Though "Be a big boy" it began, quite soon I learned to "Be a man." And I could play that stoic role while storm and tempest wracked my soul. No pain or setback could there be could wrest one single tear from me. Then one long night I stood nearby and helplessly watched my son die. And quickly found, to my suprise, that all that tearless talk was lies. And still I cry, and have no shame, I can not play that "big boy" game. And openly, without remorse, I let my sorrow take its course. So those of you who can't abide a man you've seen who's often cried, reach out to him with all your heart as one whose life's been torn apart. For men Do cry when they can see their loss of immortality. And tears will come in endless streams when mindless fate destroys their dreams. By:Ken Falk Precious in God's Eyes The lily only lasts a day but God creates it anyway. All that work to make a flower then it's gone, it had its hour. Even though your baby died, he is still precious in God's eyes. Your child came and made his mark he changed your life and touched your heart. Upon his death, to heaven he soared. Here for a moment, now with the Lord. By:Gail Fasolo, in memory of Dylan Markulakis One Special Rose (Remembering Mia) One precious tiny rose sent to bloom in the garden of our hearts; To us she was the most beautiful baby girl, born so delicate yet so still. With grace she touched our lives, Though with us only for a moment. Amd the sharpest thorn could not produce the pain so great as not having her here to hold. Yet always she will be held dear; for a seed of love was planted on the day she came to be-- One so strong that neither time nor season can take away. In God's presence she now blossoms-- Our Mia, our special rose. But her sweet fragrance is etched forever in our minds; and ever more she will be a rosebud in the garden of our hearts. By:Jana M. Spigener-in memory of Mia Karlet Vallone The Littlest Angel My heart is full of such pain My eyes constantly pouring like the rain You were such a perfect beautiful little girl One that deserved so much more On that awful morning I had no choice But to let you go without your voice If I could take back what was done In my arms we would be one You are such a brave little angel... Now with your wings in heaven above May you my darling look down and see How very special and dear you are to me As I try and go on without you now I really can not see how For I will forever wonder what would have been My daughter, my life, my friend... May God hold you in his arms May his love comfort you and protect you from harm For one day we will be together Living and loving on another forever... By:Michele A Shelton-In memory of Alexi I am Still her Mother In a baby castle, just beyond my eye My baby plays with Angel toys that money can not buy. Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife? No, play on my baby, you have eternal life. At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes, I'll hear her tiny footsteps come running to my side. Her little hands caress me so tenderly and sweet, I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace her in my sleep Now I have a treasure I rate above all other, I have know true glory-I am still her mother. Unknown author Poems:Pg.3 Email: Kim and Troy  |