Other Poems for Grieving Parents
And If I Go While You’re Still Here
By Emily Dickinson
And if I go, while you’re still here…
Know that I live on,
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
So you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
Both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to the fullest
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
…I will be there.
God’s Littlest Angel Passed my Way
Author Unknown
Today I was touched by God's Littlest Angel as He silently passed my way,
He touched my heartstrings and gave me many words to say,
as the smile that he brought to me was frozen upon his face,
Etched upon the images of my mind for forever and a day -
As his little feet were perfect in every way,
As his fingertips already belonged to God, as he only passed this way -
Stardust was sprinkled upon the images of my soul,
mysteriously opening up my mind to the heartbeat
not within my control -
As My Precious Savior and Lord
Wanted my littlest Angel more
to shine within the realm of God'sHeavenlyThrone
becoming God's Messenger throughout Eternity -
As the wind gently blows in the whispers of the night,
And I am sitting all alone thinking of the littlest
One that came within the realms of my being
Almost,
but it wasn't time,
he wasn't mine,
he was God's
but he was divine!
Sharing more with me in this short time than I ever imagined before,
and through God's Magnificent Love He allowed my son's
purity to enter into my soul,
his tiny being, filled with Angelic glow,
changed my life, as nothing ever before,
I am not the person I once was,
As I reverently pray in meditation and solemness,
I know my son is God's littlest angel that awaits
me at Heaven's Gates,
AND
I know that we will re reunited once again
as in my arms he will remain,
when the Lord calls out my name,
and we throughout Eternity together remain –
Heaven’s Playground
By Suzanne McClendon
Precious angel sent to earth,
Did they tell you of your worth?
More than diamonds, rubies or gold,
Only you do I want to hold.
So perfect your beauty as I look into your eyes
That gentle reflection of angels in the skies.
Each day you grew inside me, so big and so strong,
But your time here with me was not to be long.
Oh how my heart aches as I have to say goodbye,
As I let you go back to play in the sky.
Our Butterfly
By Anna Bonadies
It’s so hard to say goodbye
To our precious butterfly
So wanted and so loved
Our hopes and dreams were fulfilled
But you were taken away so soon
Before you got to grow and bloom
Mournful tears fill our eyes
We look to God and ask Him, “Why?”
What reasons could there be
To take my joy away from me?
It’s hard to breathe and hard to be
Our precious Butterfly, now flies free…
Anna wrote "Our Butterfly" in loving memory of Olivia Rose Bonadies, born still on June 13, 2003. It was published in Sharing.
Shining Light
By Carrie Fisher-Pascual
Your life within
So enriched my life without
You introduced me to new love.
I felt it as I touched your tiny hand,
I saw it in the eyes all around you.
But I didn’t understand.
Your quiet stillness
Said you were gone
But the perfection of you
Said God was there all along.
There was no time that day
To share the dreams,
The moments lost, the life.
But you were there.
My tears spoke longing,
Such sorrow
Knowing you’d be absent
From every tomorrow.
But even in your silence
Your miracle of life,
Like a radiant light shone
Reaching far to others left…Alone.
Days pass, time travels fast
But what remains
Is the missing you.
Yet, I can joy
For you were with me then,
And now…In all I do.
Your life within
So enriched my life without.
Carrie wrote this poem in honor of her daughter, Elena Rebekah Pascual, born still at 21 weeks on August 1, 2002, and it was published in Sharing.
Stillborn
By Linda Kay
Stillborn,
I am not sure I understand.
Is it a babe who is born
In the hush of a morning's breath
Before the birds begin to sing?
No. This is not stillborn, though
We would like it to be.
Is it a babe who is born so quiet,
So still, that the angels hush
Their rustling wings to hear
If she will not draw a tiny breath?
Perhaps. This is very close, but surely,
it means more.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the arms of God.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the full knowledge of
God's love and power,
His glory and grace.
Born, still to us, but alive to God!
Surely this is stillborn:
No death, but life eternal,
No sorrow, but everlasting peace,
No separation, but
communion forever
With God!
Yes, now I understand,
Stillborn...
To the Child in My Heart
Author unknown
O precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure, and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that if would be
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your mother.
He'll always be your dad.
You will always be our child,
The child that we had.
But now you're gone...but yet you're here.
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong.
We'll forget you never-
The child we had, but never had,
And yet will have forever.
You are Here
Author unknown
You Are Here
Tho you are gone
It is plain to see
You are still here
For all the world to see.
You are here
In each bird I see
Each wind that blows
Thru the top of a tree.
The buds that make
Flowers and leaves each spring
Reflect the beauty
Your memories bring.
Each raindrop that falls
To water the earth
Reminds those left behind
Just how much those memories are worth.
Each snowflake and blade of grass
Are reminders of your loving ways
The trickling of the creeks and streams
Makes us remember you throughout the days.
No matter how little hope we see
Your memory will always help us know
How much you meant to everyone
Who was there to see you grow.
But for the knowledge
That you are here in so many ways
Living without you
Would be but wasted days.
So rest in peace
For this I know
We will meet again one day
When it is my time to go.
By Becky Bee
I feel you in my heart.
I know you are with me,
Everywhere,
Each minute of every day.
If you were here physically,
It is quite possible I would not feel as close to you as I do now,
As your eternal being touches my entire soul.
We miss you, of course.
And we will always remember.
We are who we are today,
Because of you.
Your lives were a precious gift,
Your spirit priceless.
Thank you dear sons of mine.
Forever and always,
Mommy.
Becky wrote this poem in memory of her twin sons, Parker (November 11-12, 2000) and Preston (November 11-13, 2000). It was printed in Sharing.
