Tear's Of A Mother


Death is very cruel, cold and cheating,
and when it comes in the form of a seven year old child,

the pain is everything except short or fleeting.
It will hurt you, and it will make you cry,
And it will leave you with more questions than answers,

and a lot of God why my Baby, why?
When the pain sets in, you can expect it to be

there for quite a while,
Cause there's nothing quite as painful as losing

a small helpless child.

For God never sent a more precious thing,
Cause a child's only a small angel with gossamer wings.
But when the tears start to come,

they come down like rain, and nothing's

more sweet than a hug from a unknown, small,

sweet, child, when you're suffering that kind of pain.

Please God look down on all the mothers today,

who's tears are coming down like cold pouring rain,
And please God help ease their unbearable pain.
Place your hand of comfort on their hearts and soul,
Give them your peace, and make them again whole.
Help Them to laugh and smile again,
Show them Your love from deep within.
Show Them Their special glow inside.

Help them remember their child without pain,

but filled with a mothers glowing pride!
Let Them understand that Their child is safe now

in your arms, and far, far, away from anyone's harm.
Bouncing and smiling upon you knee,
Laughing out loud as he smiles with glee!

June 18, 2006

In Memory of My Nephew Stephen Poppell
September 23, 1998 - June 17, 2006