Members Poetry
A lot of people find comfort in poetry, both by reading it and writing it. This page contains poetry written by ~Heartstrings~ members.
Please do not take or "borrow" these poems without written permission of the authors.
Don’t Tell Me
Please don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don’t tell me my broken will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want him here with me,
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don’t hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, your friendship will be my
treasure.
Judi Walker
In memory of Shane
1998
Lessons You Taught Me
You were my first child, you changed my life completely,
You taught me things about my self that I never knew,
The greatest lesson you taught me was to love unconditionally,
I became a better person because of you,
Through your eyes, I saw the world in a whole new way,
I learned the best things in life are free,
A child’s smile, a burst of laughter, sticky kisses everyday,
Even though you were the child and I the parent, you were teaching me,
The years flew by so fast, I turned around and you were grown,
You went from being my baby boy to being a wonderful young man,
It was hard to stand back and let you move on,
But I was never far away to lend you a hand,
I watched in awe as my baby boy became a father,
Your daughters were teaching you the lessons you taught me,
The lessons I learnd by becoming your mother,
But the hardest lesson was yet to be,
I had to learn to live with a broken heart son,
God had other plans for you,
It was time for you to go, your work here was done,
I hold on to my memories, to help get me through,
Shane I want to thank you for all the memories,
For almost twenty years of love and laughter,
And for all the lessons you taught me,
Shane you live on in my heart, where you will be forever.
Loved you then, love you now, love you forever
Mom
Judi Walker
in memory of my son Shane
98
Impossible! Our hearts have cried.
‘Tis been a year since you have died.
A year of sorrow, tears and grief,
A year we mourned in disbelief.
We miss you so – our sad hearts ache,
And no one knows the pain we face.
Though you are gone from present sight
We know you claimed eternal life.
Your body now is strong and whole
As you walk those streets of gold.
We’ll be with you there someday,
But till then, this we pray –
That our Lord will hug you tight
And help you feel our love tonight.
You brought to us such love and joy,
We miss you dearly, our big boy.
Barb Reynolds
Written for the first anniversary of Corey's death
September 2, 1998
Two years without our precious son,
Red-haired and eyes of blue,
Two long and lonely years he’s been
Dear Lord, instead, with you.
How we miss our Corey’s smile,
His hugs and kisses too,
His wit and warmth are shared, instead,
Now Dear Lord with you.
Tell him each and every day,
Just for us, we plead,
That we love and miss him so
And our great loss we grieve.
He really does belong to you,
This Dear Lord we know,
So keep him in your precious care
Until we too shall go.
Barb Reynolds
This poem was written for Corey's second anniversary.
YOUR 21ST BIRTHDAY
A Tribute to Corey Robert Reynolds
Jan. 23, 1979 – Sept. 2, 1997
What would you look like? Who would you be?
What kind of young man would we now see?
Would you have a career, perhaps a wife?
We’ll never know since you lost your life.
There’s no name left to carry on,
Because you were our only son.
We know our goodbye is not the end,
And there’s a place where we’ll meet again.
Now you abide in Heav’n above,
Basking in the Father’s love.
You left too soon, our precious son,
Your life had only just begun.
We’ll never know what could have been
And our missing you will never end.
Our missing you will never end.
Barb Reynolds
To contact any of the authors, just click on their underlined names.
If you would like your poetry included on this page, please e-mail me.
Judi Walker
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