Poems are an amazing form of art, written
through the emotions of the poet, often striking a parallel
to our own thoughts. And, if we're able to relate to even just one,
we may gain some comfort.

"Everyone can master a grief but he that has it." William Shakespeare


Felicity
Linda

I never really knew you...
As I searched and searched for gifts
For you and your mother on that
Very special day which would soon
be celebrating your birth..

I never really knew you...
As you etched a warm and special place
In the heart of your mother and
Many others that loved and surrounded
you day by day.

I never really knew you...
As I cried a thousand tears..
On hearing of your moment in pain..
And prayed, that if God had mercy,
it was unknown to you.

I never really knew you...
As what seemed the unimaginable..
Came to life all around us..
And your precious life on earth..
was halted so harsh, so very soon.

I never really knew you...
As I became speechless for something to say..
To your mother.. your grandmother..
People I'd known for many years,
became the loved ones you'd leave behind.

I never really knew you...
As I watched balloons soar to heaven
When the preacher announced a release
Telling us your soul would win the race
that you'd be the first one through the gate.

I never really knew you...
But that was days and days ago.
Now in a special, but secret place,
I'll forever hold the memory of you,
As I too, have come to know and miss you.


There is a Grief
Author Unknown

There is a grief that ages the face and hardens the heart
Yet softens the spirit…
A grief that casts shadows on the eyes
Yet broadens the mind…
A grief that keeps the pain and has no words
But increases the understanding…
There is a grief that breaks the heart and wounds the soul,
That lasts and lasts and can shatter in a minute
But will inspire for a lifetime.

Tomorrow Never Came...
Author Unknown

If I had known it would have been the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would have tucked you in tighter
and prayed the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I had known it would be the last time
that I would have seen you walk out the door,
I would have given you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I had known it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would have video taped each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I had known it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say I love you,
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I had known it would have been the last time
I would be there to share your day,
though I was sure you'd have so many more
I wouldn't have let one slip away.
For surely, I thought there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and that we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There's not always another day
to say our," I love you's,"
And certainly there's no promise for another
chance to say our. " Anything I can do's?"
But in my case I was wrong,
and today I live to regret,but
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I know you'll "never forget."

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So always hold them dear.
Take time to say I'm sorry,
Please forgive me, Thank you, or It's okay.
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

To All Parents
Edgar Guest

I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said,
For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

If Tears Could Build a Staircase
Author Unknown

I think of you often
and make no outward show,
But what it means to lose you,
no one will ever know
You wished no one farewell,
not even said good-bye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
You are not forgotten
nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memories last,
I will remember thee.
To some you may be forgotten,
to others a part of the past,
But to me who loved you dearly,
your memories will always last.
Nothing can be more beautiful
than the memories I have of you.
To me, you were someone special,
God must have thought so too!
If tears could build a staircase
and memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
and bring you back again

I Did Not Die
Author Unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars, that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Pennies from Heaven
Author Unknown

Pennies from Heaven
I found a penny today
Just lying on the ground.
But it's not JUST a penny
This little coin I found.

Found Pennies come from Heaven
That's what my grandpa told me,
He said, "Angel toss them down",
Oh, how I love that story.

He said, "When angels miss you,
They toss a penny down.
Sometimes to cheer you up,
And make a smile out of a frown".

So don't pass by that penny,
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from Heaven,
That an angel tossed to you.

A letter from Heaven
Author Unknown

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.

I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.

That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

"It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on.

I need you here so badly, you are part of my plan.
There is so much that we can do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.

And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you.... in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who is in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night...."My day was not in vain.

And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile."

So if you meet somebody who is sad and low;
Just lend a hand to pick them up, as on your way you go.

When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going.... you're coming here with me.

You Can't Win With Me
by Jane Warland 1996

If you say to me, "How are you doing?,"
With such sympathy and meaning in your voice,
I reply, "I'm fine,"
And brush you off,
Because to talk about my loss with you is just too painful.
If you see me
And don't mention the loss that is consuming my thoughts,
I think you don't care enough,
Or are too scared to mention it
For fear that you might upset me.
You can't win with me.
If you say, "I'm sorry your baby died,"
It is hard for me to reply to that.
What do you expect me to say?
I want to say, "I'm sorry too!" or "It's awful!"
I want to scream, "It's not fair!!"
But I won't because I don't want to upset myself today,
Not in front of you.
So I reply, "Thank you."
That thanks means so much more than that.
It means thanks for caring,
Thanks for trying to help,
Thanks for realizing that I'm still in pain.
If you don't know what to say to me, that's okay.
Because I don't know what to say to you either.
If you see me smile or laugh,
Don't assume I must have forgotten my baby for the moment.
I haven't, I can't, I never will.
Tell me that I look good today.
I will know what you mean.
I'm getting good at picking up unspoken cues from you.
If you see me and think I look upset or sad,
You are probably right.
Today might be an anniversary day for me,
Or some event might have triggered a wave of grief in me.
If you don't say anything
I'll think you don't care about me,
But if you do say something,
It might make me feel worse.
You could try asking if I want to talk,
But don't be surprised if I say no.
You can't win with me.
Don't give up on me, please don't give up.
I need your attempts however feeble,
However trite you might feel they are.
I need your thoughts.
I need your prayers.
I need your love.
I need your persistence.
I need all that but most of all I need to be treated normally,

Like it used to be before all of this happened.
But I know it's impossible.
That carefree, naive person is gone forever,
And I am mourning that loss too.
So you can't win with me.

The Broken Cord
Author unknown

We little knew that morning that God
Was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
Your love is still our guide;
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us, one by one,
The Chain will link again.

And God Said
Author Unknown

I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."
And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, "I saw mine nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?"
And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

I said, "God, it hurts."
And God said, "I know."

The Teardrop
By: Betty Purser Patten

There's a legend of a teardrop
that rolled down a cheek one day.
And it fell upon a tombstone
where a mother had gone to pray.
And it sparkled like a diamond
as it ventured toward the sod.
And it's brilliance was so startling
that it caught the eye of God......

That teardrop, born of sorrow
for a little child who died.
Was shed in grief and sadness
by the mother who cried.
But it had a special meaning
to the Father up above.
For that teardrop was just loaded
with a mothers true love......

In it's loving sparkling brilliance
God recalled the teardrop home.
And he showed it to the little child
who, no more on earth would roam.
Then God took that brilliant teardrop
shed in love on earth afar.
And he placed it in the heavens
with his brightest morning star.......

When you look into the heavens
where ten million stars are spread.
You may see a lovely teardrop
That in sorrow, you have shed.......

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