A Special Birthday
Author Unknown
Please God, make them remember that
Today is a special birthday.
Make them understand that
The memories don't go away.
Bless them, with ears to hear and hearts that care.
Enable them to listen while I share.
Shelter them that they may never know my pain.
Help them to help me know that my child's life was not in vain.
Help them to remember, Lord that I wish
That my child was here
So we could still celebrate.
To understand that I still
Feel the nearness of my child.
To see beyond my smile and the words, "I'm okay."
Please God, just let one remember today
Is a special birthday!
Many happy returns on the day of thy birth
May sunshine and happiness be given
And may the Dear Lord prepare you on earth
For the beautiful birthday in heaven.
Child of Heaven
by R.K. Cecil
Child of heaven come to earth,
You just could not stay.
This world could not hold you
And so soon you went away.
Like a rare and precious rose,
Your lovely soul can't die.
Budded here upon the earth,
Now it will bloom on high.
You are a child of heaven
And will forever be
In the arms of Jesus
For all eternity.
To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed in the
baby department, look a little deeper.
Surely you have some compassion in your heart.
To those who change the subject when I speak my sons'
names, change your way of thinking.
It just might change your whole life.
To those who roll their eyes and say that we barely
had them at all, how could we miss them so much,
in our hearts we have seen them live a thousand times.
We have seen their first steps, first day of school,
their weddings, and their children.
We have had them forever in our minds.
To those who say we can have another, we did.
I thank God for her everyday,
but even if I have twenty more babies, I will forever have two in the grave, and that is two too many.
To those who say to get on with my life, I have.
It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for, but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!
Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she
works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for
eternity.
Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the
future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.
~Author Unknown
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