A Tiny Hand
by Denise Hanstad
A tiny hand we'll never hold,
a child without a name;
Your coos and giggles
won't touch our ears,
but we loved you just the same.
The twinkle in your little eyes,
was not for us to see;
we longed to hold you in our arms,
but it never came to be.
God now holds your tiny hand,
He's given you a name;
your coos and giggles grace Heaven's ears,
but we'll miss you just the same.
The twinkle in your little eyes,
now lights the sky at night.
God holds you close in loving arms,
you're always in His sight.
A tiny hand we'll never hold,
we have no reason why;
but we'll always hold you in our hearts,
even though we said good-bye.
I Look Toward the Sky
by Erin Crawford in memory of Cynthia Nicole Crawford
I look toward the sky
My heart cries out
With questions of why
And a painful shout
In my heart is an emptiness
I cannot stop my tears
Where there should be happiness
Instead I'm overcome with fears
Will I ever conceive
The pain is so deep
Will my fears relieve
So I can get some sleep
The words people say
Words like you'll have a child, you're still young
They never meant to hurt me that way
I have a child to whom the angels have sung
Precious hymns and sweet lullabies
Though no one can hold my precious one
Even though my heart cries
She's safe in the arms of Jesus Christ, God's only son.
Heaven is a place I want to go
My child waits for me there
I must wait, I know
But one day I will hold my baby with such loving care
In Memory Of
Author Unknown
You never said I'm 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 no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home
The Mention of His Name
Author Unknown
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 really my friend
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul
Mommy & Daddy
by Susan Harper Simpson
Mommy and Daddy please don't be sad.
I miss you so much, too.
It's beautiful here where I am,
but I worry a lot about you.
I sleep with angels watching me,
there's only love up here.
I'm never lonely of afraid
'cause God is always near.
I walk with Jesus every day.
He's very kind and sweet.
Don't worry, Mommy and Daddy,
He holds my hand when we cross a golden street.
I never cry or hurt myself,
I see rainbows every day...
I play and laugh and sing a lot
and hear you when you pray.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don't be mad at God.
You see, He loves me, too.
And, even though you're not with me,
I'm really still with you.
My Precious Angel
by Erin Crawford
God sent me an angel for a short time
I knew she was inside of me
She left too soon without reason or rhyme
She wouldn't stay for the world to see
I never held her in my arms
In Heaven my child abides
But I know she's safe from all harm
Yet there is still pain deep inside
I love my baby more than words can say
Nothing could change the way I feel
But God knew she couldn't stay
But he promised to provide me with the strength to heal
Sometimes I feel so alone
I feel no one understands
Then I realize my child is home
In our Heavenly Father's loving hands
As I pray for the strength I need
The strength to go on
I will follow God where he may lead
And one day he'll lead me home.
Who Are We to Judge?
Author Unknown
A little child who never draws his first breath...
A little child who lives a day, a month, a year...
A child who finishes school, possibly marries, then dies...
Who is to compare which parents suffer the greater heartbreak?
What about the mother whose breasts are full of milk and she has no little angel to feed?
What about the dreams that young parents had for their infant?
...the empty nursery, a constant reminder...A knife in the heart reminder!
What about the children who grew up and had everything to live for;
they come from every walk of life.
they have babies of their own, which will never see their Daddy or Mommy.
All their goals and dreams gone!
My heart breaks for all the young parents who never got to see their dreams materialize.
Their children did not even learn to walk,
much less go to school
or go out on their first date.
There is no such thing as one loss
being greater than another.
We are all equally devastated;
and therefore, we are forever
bonded to one another in a very special way
that no one else can understand.
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