Poetry can be comforting and healing to read when you are experiencing such sorrow. We hope you find some words here that do just that, to help you gain strength and hope for the future.

Piece of my Heart

How was it to be that I now am robbed of such joy?
Of watching you grow or finding out if you’re a girl or boy.
Never did I get to hear your cries or even see your tears,
Or kiss your little brow and hug away your fears.

I am just left here now with pain and few memories,
Of the days that were happy with you inside of me.
For you were loved and wanted oh so much,
What I would give just to have felt your touch.

The hours crawl by yet the time does not seem to slow,
I want to scream out to the world you are gone, why don’t they know?
How is the world still turning when I feel it should have stopped?
Why are people laughing and living when it feels like I can not?

Not enough tears can be shed to express the love we have for you,
No words can describe what we all wanted to be able to do.
I would have just held you and breathed in your sweet smell,
Shouted with joy and phoned all the people we wanted to tell.

But this time we called loved ones with the sad sad news,
That too little were you to live among us and we were meant to lose.
But nothing will ever erase those twelve weeks we had together,
For a piece of my heart you now hold always and forever.
~Kerri-Anne Hinds


You were my little bean,
that was created in my womb.
I laid in bed at night excited,
and now I’m full of gloom.
I never understood how much
you could miss someone you never met.
And now my heart aches so bad,
that it fills me with regret.
Was there something I did wrong?
How could this come to be?
Your little face, your hands, your feet,
is something I’ll never see.
I loved you oh so much,
its something that cannot be explained.
Now these feelings of anger and jealousy,
make me feel ashamed.
You are my angel baby,
and that I know is true.
God is holding you now,
and listening to you cue.
You are in Heaven looking down,
watching mommy cry.
I wish you were here,
but then I know that this is not goodbye.
~Copyright Sarah Twigg


“Just For A Moment”

(From A Silent Love, Adrienne Ryan)

“Our hands have touched, our paths have crossed
A love is gained, a love is lost
Just for a moment I kissed the face
Of an innocent child I can’t replace.

Just for a moment a maternal touch
Would say the words that meant so much
A soft caress, the gentle tears
That will make those minutes last for years.

Just for a moment, I held your hand
My broken heart in your command
So much to tell you, so little time
Why were you punished, what was the crime?

They took part of me when they took you away
As much as I love you, you weren’t meant to stay
I gave you a hug that for always must last
As facing the future means leaving the past.

Our souls have merged, I live for you
Perhaps I’m living your life too
I will carry on, I can always stand tall
Because just for that moment, I had it all.”

Don’t think of him as gone away,
His Journey’s just begun.
Life holds so many facets,
This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting,
From the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Thinking how he must be wishing
That we could know today,
How nothing but our sorrows
Can really pass away.
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost
And he was loved so much.


We thought of you today,
But that is nothing new
We thought of you yesterday
And will tomorrow, too
We think of you in silence
And make no outward show
For what it meant to lose you
Only those who love you know
Remembering you is easy
We do it everyday
It’s the heartache of losing you
That will never go away.
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 it 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 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.
Author: C.P.


A million words would not bring you back,
I know, because I’ve tried…..
Neither would a million tears,
I know, because I’ve cried….
Author Unknown


When tomorrow starts without me
and I am not here to see,
if the sun should rise
and find your eyes all
filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
the way you did today,
while thinking of the
many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand.
Author: Unknown


” A life is not measured by the amount of breaths we take, but rather by the moments that take our breath away.”


“A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, and for a
brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world:
but then it flies again. And though we wish it could
have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it.”
Author Unknown.


“Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith; it is the
price of love.”
Author Unknown



I don’t need a special day to bring the two of you to mind,
The days I do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when I awake I know that you are gone,
And no one knows the heartache as I try to carry on.
My heart still aches with sadness and secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you two no one will ever know.
My thoughts are always with you,
Your places no one can fill.
In life I loved you both dearly,
In death I love you still.
Author Unknown

A Father’s Grief

It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since “men don’t cry” and “men are strong,”
No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she’s alright
And what she’s going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
“My friend, but how are you?”

He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But “stays strong” for her sake.

It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave-
He lost his child too.


I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a mother;
And I know I heard him say:

A mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God, can you be a mother
When your baby’s not with you?

Yes, you can, He replied
With confidence in His voice.
I give many women babies;
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb;
But there’s no need to stay.

I just don’t understand this, God
I want my baby here!
He took a breath and cleared His throat,
And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say…

“We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear
My Mummy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.

“I feel so lucky to have a Mom
Who had so much love for me;
I learned my lesson very quickly,
My Mummy set me free.

“I miss my Mummy oh so much
But visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow there I lay.

“I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear;
“Mummy don’t be sad today,
I’m your baby and I’m here.”

So you see, my dear sweet one,
Your children are okay.
Your babies are here in My home,
And this is where they’ll stay.

They’ll wait for you, with Me
Until your lesson there is through,
And on the day that you come home
They’ll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a mother;
It’s the feeling in your heart.
It’s the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Though some on earth may not realize,
Until their time is done.
Remember all the love you have
And know that you are a SPECIAL MUM!


Listen…can you hear it?
A heavenly choir sings.
Another little angel
Just got her set of wings.
There’s joy and there is shouting
As she steps through heaven’s gate.
They all lined up to greet her.
All the angels celebrate.
Her eyes are shining brightly
And a smile lights her face,
As she receives her halo
And takes her special place.
She’s the smallest little angel
With the biggest kind of love.
She’s wiser than an owl
And more peaceful than a dove.
And though there’s joy in heaven,
There is sorrow down below.
broken hearts are crying
Since they had to let her go.
So she watches them from heaven
But she knows the time will come,
They will join their precious daughter
When their work on earth is done
Author Unknown


Once in a while
Children come into this world
So special that the angels
Need these precious ones
To sing in Heaven
And light up the world from above
Author unknown


Daughters give the nicest gifts – beauty, joy, and love

You gave us joy and so much love,
We feel we’re truly blessed,
That God entrusted you to us,
Ahead of all the rest.
Oh how we long to hold you,
Like we did when you where small,
Instead we hold your memories,
So beautiful to recall.
And when we get to Heaven,
A smiling angel we will see,
Just like on earth, you’ll call to us,
“Hi Mum and Dad, it’s me.”
We’ll wrap you in our loving arms,
And hold you to our hearts,
Our joy within will be complete,
We’ll never have to part.
Author:Sandra Hemstock


An Angel In The Book Of Life
Wrote Down Your Baby’s Birth
And Whispered As He Closed The Book
“Too Beautiful For This Earth”


The world may never notice
If a rosebud doesn’t bloom:
Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be
Touches the World in some small way
For all eternity.

The little ones we longed for
Were swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do
Every beating of my heart says
“I Remember You”
Author unknown


“Most people only dream of angels, I held one in my arms”



Our mum is a survivor, or so we’ve heard it said
But we can hear her crying when all others are in bed
We watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand
She doesn’t know we’re with her, to help her understand
But like the sands on the beach, that never wash away
We watch over our surviving mom who thinks of us each day
She wears a smile for others, a smile of disguise
But through Heavens door, we see tears flowing from her eyes
Mom tries to cope with her loss, to keep our memory alive
But anyone who knows her, knows its her way to survive
As we watch over our surviving mom through Heavens open door
We try to tell her that angels protect us, forever more
We know that doesn’t help her or ease the burden she bears
So if you get a chance, show her that you care
For no matter what she says and no matter what she feels
Our surviving mom has a broken heart that time won’t ever heal


“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.”
-Author Unknown-



“These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies’ lazy dance. I’ll let you know I’m with you, if you give me just a chance.
You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy’s heart, cause even though I’m gone now, we’ll never truly part.”


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

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


Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never ends.
1st Corinthians 13:7-8



Being a victim is a state of mind dictated by others.
A survivor dictates their own state of mind.
A victim fears the moments of grief
A survivor welcomes those moments
A victim knows about feeling down and tries to stay up
A survivor knows feeling down is okay
A victim tries hard to hide the tears
A survivor nevers leaves home without kleenex
A victim struggles to maintain a state of normalcy
A survivor knows normal no longer exists.
A victim gets caught in isolation
A survivor reaches out when they need to
A victim is aftraid they in time will forget
A survivor knows they never will
A victim sometimes feels guilty laughing
A survivor laughs through their tears
A victims tries at times to block out the memories
A survivor embraces memories of all kinds
A victims wants someone to cure their grief
A survivor just wants someone to share their journey
A victim struggles to get over their grief
A survivor fights to get though it
A victim tries to get on with their life
A survivor lives their life knowing nothing will ever be the same
A victim says OH , I’m okay, then secretly cries
A survivor openly cries and says I’m okay
by Helen Steiner Rice


If you say to me, how are you going?
With such sympathy and meaning in your voice
I’ll reply “I’m fine” and brush you off,
Because to talk about my loss with you today is just too painful.

If you see me and don’t mention the loss that is consuming my thoughts,
I’ll think you don’t care enough, or are too scared to mention it to me
For fear that you might upset me.

You can’t win with me

If you say, “I’m sorry that your baby died”, it’s 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’ll reply “thank you.”
That thanks means so much more than that.
It means thanks for caring, thanks for remembering, thanks for trying to help,
Thanks for realizing that I’m 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 that I must have forgotten my baby for a moment,
Because I haven’t, I can’t and I never will.

You can’t win with me.

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 that I look sad or upset, you’re probably right.
Today might be an anniversary 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 caring.
I need your attempts, however feeble, however trite you feel they are.
I need your thoughts,
I need your prayers,
I need your love and your persistence.
I need all that, but most of all,
I need to be treated normally, like it used to be before all this happened.
But I know that is impossible.
That carefree, naive person is gone forever, and I’m mourning that loss too.
You can’t win with me.


Often in times of trouble
we don’t know what to say,
So we choose to say nothing,
and sometimes run away.
When friends are really hurting,
we don’t know what to do,
So we offer weak excuses
or say we’re hurting too.
It really doesn’t matter
what kind of gift we bring;
We only need to be there
if we don’t bring a thing.
It truly is amazing
what a hug can do,
When heartache numbs the senses,
and friends depend on you.
There’s comfort just in knowing
that you are not alone,
When tears are overflowing,
and hearts are cold as stone.
It’s the loving prayers of others
that balance our accounts,
For when we measure love,
it’s still the thought that counts.
By Clay Harrison


One night a man had a dream.
He dreamt that he was walking along a beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
One belonging to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scenes of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life there were only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord,
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow You, You’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most, you would leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trail and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”


Last night two little angels
Came and whispered in my ear.
And this is what they told me
“Don’t worry Mummy, we’re right here.

It feels like a long time
Since we last felt your touch.
And we wanted you to know
We miss you and Daddy very much.

We know that you love us
And think of us every day.
And it makes us very sad
that we had to go away.

But we know that our memory
will never ever die.
And we know that sometimes
When you think of us you cry.

But don’t worry Mummy
There’s so much here to do.
And every day remember
We are watching over you.”

Then my angels kissed me
As tears rolled down my face.
And I knew we’ll all be together again
Another time. Another place.
Author unknown.


We go through life so often
Not stopping to enjoy the day,
And we take each one for granted
As we travel on our way.
We never stop to measure
Anything we just might miss,
But if the wind should blow by softly
You’ll feel an ANGELS KISS.
A kiss that is sent from Heaven
A kiss from up above,
A kiss that is very special
From someone that you love.
For in your pain and sorrow
An ANGELS KISS will help you through,
This kiss is very private
For it is meant for only you.
So when your hearts are heavy
And filled with tears and pain,
And no one can console you
Remember once again…..
About the ones you grieve for
Because you sadly miss
And the gentle breeze you took for granted
Was just……… “AN ANGELS KISS”
Author: Peggie Bouse


“Sometimes love is for a moment. Sometimes love is for a lifetime. Sometimes a moment is a lifetime”


“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”



It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since “men don’t cry” and “men are strong”
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test
And field calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she’s all right
And what she’s going through
But seldom take his hand and ask,
“My friend, but how are you?”
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break
And dries her tears and comforts her
But “stays strong” for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And try to be so very brave ~
He lost his baby too. . .
Author: Eileen Knight Hagemeister
to her son-in-law after his baby girl was born still


Mummy I am in Heaven so please don’t shed your tears
I can see you and I love you and I will through all the years
I know you are my mother and none other would I have chose
For even up here in Heaven true love continues to grow.

Daddy I see that sometimes when you are all alone
your eyes get kind of misty and your thoughts they kind of roam
You are thinking of how things would be if I was there with you
all the things you would have taught me and watched me as I grew.

But I still love you my dear parents as if I was there on earth
I remember how you longed for me and looked forward to my birth.
There was nothing you did wrong so please put your minds at rest,
God just wanted to keep me and you know He picks the best.

And one day we will all be together in our castle in the sky
true peace and love and happiness, things money cannot buy
And you can hold your angel and sing me a lullaby
for a parent’s love for their children is a love that will never die.
Author: Unknown


One year ago today
Jacinta & Madelin you were born
Into our loving arms
And then so quickly you were gone

Both our hearts were shattered
And still they bleed today
As our family is incomplete
Whilst you girls are so far away

But we hold our memories close
Of your little lives…. your love
For now you’re shining together
Lighting our world up from above

We imagine you’re at peace
With beauty all around
Butterflies, rainbows, friends and laughter
Within God’s nursery playground

Today is just so special to us
But still so very sad
Wishing we could celebrate
All that we will never have

It should be filled with laughter
Presents, cake and games
Celebrating the precious lives
Of two little girls the same

But our distance will never stop us
From remembering you today
And coming together as a family
To wish you a Happy Birthday

We send you lots of hugs
And kisses to you above
Wishing you heavenly birthday surprises
And a birthday full of love

Two beautiful twin daughters
Turning number one
Happy Birthday Jazz & Maddy
Cos you girls “just wanna have fun”
Copyright by Toni Tattis for Jacinta & Madelin’s 1st Birthday


Moments of sadness
During a time of grief
A shattered heart cries
And continues to bleed

For sadly too soon
A dream had come true
And two little girls
Arrived before they were due

As quickly as you came
You left us behind
To return to your home
Amongst a more peaceful mankind

I call on my Angels
To help me believe
That you girls are still here
And you will never ever leave

Travelling with the breeze
An Angel kiss from above
Appears as a butterfly
To send me your love

It flutters around me
And frolicks about
Then calls on her sister
To come on out

One little, one big
To show me you’re near
I’m touched with a blessing
So real and so clear

Just for a moment
You allow me to see
That you truly are here
And now I believe

You bring a smile to my heart
While you fly around together
Sisters for life
And daughters forever

There’s no doubt in my mind
You’re looking over daddy and I
Just know that we love you
As you fly on by
Copyright Toni Tattis

Although it’s difficult today to see beyond the sorrow,
may looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.


The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. Author: Helen Keller


The Tiny “Rosebud” God Picked to Bloom in Heaven

The Master Gardener
From heaven above
Planted a seek
In the garden of love
And from it there grew
A rosebud small
That never had time
To open at all,
For God in His perfect
And all-wise way
Chose this rose
For His heavenly bouquet
And great was the joy
Of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose
To leave earth’s garden
For One on high
Where roses bloom always
And never die . . .
So, while you can’t see
Your precious rose bloom,
You know the Great Gardener
From the “Upper Room”
Is watching and tending
This wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching
Each petal so fair . . .
So think of your darling
With the angels above
Secure and contented
And surrounded by love.


I never got to see your face
Or even give you a name
But in my heart, you hold a special place
And for that, I would never be the same
I’ll never hear you laugh or cry
Or hold you in my arms tenderly
I’ll never know the color of your eyes
But I will still love you endlessly
I never got to hold your hand
I never got to sing you a lullaby
I will never come to understand
Why murderers run free and innocent souls die
I’ll always have my suspicions
Why God took you from me
All these unanswered questions
That would burn inside of me
Forever saddened upon this Earth
Crying for you, my unborn child
Never blessed by your birth.
But I’ll be here, unable to smile
You are my shining light in heaven
For one of God’s angels to love
Until I get my wings to descend
She’ll take care of you, for me, in Heaven above
You’ll be my Guiding Light to Heaven’s Gate
Where I’ll get to see your Angelic Smile
And even if I never got to see your face
I’ll know in an instant that you are my unborn child!
Author Marigrace Iodice.


It’s so very hard to understand
why one so small is taken,
leaving a Mom and Dad behind
with hearts so badly aching.

There are so many things in life
that no one really understands.
But the child you hold in your heart,
God now holds in His hands.

Cared for and nurtured by the Father,
she will grow and mature in His love,
while angels guide and protect her
in her Heavenly home up above.

They will tell her she was, oh, so special
to you both, in every way
as they spend countless hours preparing
for your reunion One Grand Day!

They will take her to the edges of Heaven
and let her look, often, down below
to see the Mom and Dad down here
that she didn’t get much time to know.

So as you gaze up into the sky,
know she’s now in a Glorious place,
and maybe she’s looking back to you
searching for a smile upon your face.

For I’m certain that in her little heart
it grieves her to see you so sad,
for she knows she had the very best
The world’s greatest Mom and Dad!
© Ferna Lary Mills


You never said I’m leaving
You never said good-bye
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knew why
A million times we’ve needed you,
A million times we’ve cried.
If love alone could’ve saved you,
You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place,
No one else will ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone.
Part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.

Think Before You Speak

Dear Friend, today you broke my heart,
In a place that was unbroken.
You did it with your thoughtless words
That should not have been spoken.
You know that I am grieving,
That my pain is deep and real.
Your hurtful words pierced like a knife.
How do you think I feel?
You may not suffer from my loss
Or share this lonely grief,
But I’m mourning my baby,
Who’s life was much too brief.
I’m sure you don’t know how I feel,
I don’t expect you to.
Don’t ask me to get over it….
That’s something I can’t do.
Without grief, there’s no healing
It’s a journey I must make.
It’s not the path that I would choose,
but one I’m forced to take.
No matter how you choose to see
What I am going through,
I need compassion and support….
I’d do the same for you.
Author: Gwen Flowers


If we could have a lifetime wish
A dream that would come true,
We’d pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and You.
A thousand words can’t bring you back
We know because we’ve tried…
Neither will a thousand tears
We know because we’ve cried…
You left behind our broken hearts
And happy memories too…
But we never wanted memories
We only wanted You.
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 snow.
I am 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Author: Mary Frye 1932


Sometimes I sense a little flutter.
Like a shadow swiftly slipping by.
Or I hear a silent, gentle murmur.
Like a soft whisper from out the sky.
Sometimes… I hear you call my name,
Or clearly see your face before me.
And I feel that you are with me still.
Then peacefully… I come to know
As I am thinking happy thoughts of you
You, my son, are thinking of me too.
Loving memories fill my aching heart.
As dreaming dreams of what could be.
Or might have been, if you were here.
Until the piercing pain of losing you
Comes tumbling down on trembling fear.
And clearly once again I hear you say,
“But Mom…What if I had never been.
You could not then in LOVE remember me.”
Author: Beenie Legato


When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild,
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few to make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be “Goodbye.”
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind must
realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
Author: Unknown


An Angel flew past my window last night,
No, I’m sure it wasn’t a firefly.
Nor a star shooting across the dark sky,
And, surely, not a misguided butterfly.
It was an Angel outside my window last night.

An Angel flew past my window at dawn,
Dancing a delicate pirouette on the lawn
All the while singing her heavenly song,
For only a moment then she was gone.
An Angel was outside my window at dawn.

An Angel flew past my window today.
A creature so lovely I begged her to stay.
She smiled, spread her wings, and soared away,
Her brightness replaced by a shroud of gray.
An Angel was outside my window today.

If an Angel flies past your window tonight
So beautiful and thoughtful and radiating light.
Glory to God! For granting the sight
Of His Angel’s brief visit on her divine flight.
If an Angel appears outside your window tonight.
Author: Unknown


Daddy please don’t look so sad.
Mummy please don’t cry.
Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.

Please try not to question God,
don’t think He is unkind.
Don’t think He sent me to you
and then He changed His mind.

You see, I am so special
I was needed up above.
I’m the special gift you gave Him…
The product of your love.

I’ll always be there with you,
and watch the sky at night.
Find the brightest star that’s gleaming,
that’s my halo shining bright.

You’ll see me in the morning frost
that mists your windowpane.
That’s me, in the summer showers,
I’ll be dancing in the rain.

When you feel a gentle breeze
from a gentle wind that blows,
That’s me! I’ll be there,
planting a kiss upon your nose.

When you see a child playing
and your heart feels a little tug…
That’s me! I’ll be there,
giving your heart a special hug.

So, Daddy please don’t look so sad.
Mummy please don’t cry.
Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
Author: Unknown


God didn’t promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow or sun without rain.
But God did promise strength for the day,
comfort for the tears and a light for the way.
And for all who believe in his kingdom above,
He answers their faith with everlasting love.
Author: Unknown


Have you ever met a person that fulfilled you deep inside?
Someone who has never failed you and stands, no matter, by your side.
Someone who gives from their heart and brings sunshine all around,
Always smiling and laughing, never seeming down.
Have you ever watched a sunset across the ocean shore,
And been filled with love and peace, never needing more?
Have you ever listened to the wind flowing restlessly through the night?
And heard the angel’s whispers helping you when you’ve lost sight.
Have you heard a song that moves you and sets your soul free,
And makes you feel wild and happy.
And feel so worthy inside, that you didn’t care?
You see my friend heavenly creatures surround you,
So listen closely to what they say,
They’ll bring you all of life’s riches, as they guide you along your way.
Author: Unknown


And so I hold your tiny hand in mine
For the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face
Heaven calls for you
Before it calls for me
When you get there save me a place
A place where I can share your smile
And I can hold you for more than just awhile
Author: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick


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 my son nailed to a cross.”
I said, “God, 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, I hurt.”
And God said,”I know.”
Author: K.C. and Myke Kuzmic


All the hopes and all the dreams
and all the tears we’ve cried
are wrapped in love and tenderness
and safely tucked inside
All the wishes, all the plans
that never came to be
are held within a broken heart
and quiet memory
The tiny little treasures
that we can hold and touch
keep us close forever to
the child we love so much.
Author: Unknown


Dear Mummy, I just wanted to let you know
that I made it home.
The journey wasn’t an easy one,
but it didn’t take too long.
Everything is so pretty here,
so white, so fresh and new.
I wish that you could close your eyes
and that you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me…
Try to understand.
God is taking care of me…
I’m in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness,
no sorrow, and no pain.
Here there is no crying,
and I’ll never hurt again.
Here it is so peaceful
when all the angels sing,
I really have to go now-
I’ve just got to try my wings
We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that, too.
We think of you in silence,
and often speak your name.
All we have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
with which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping,
we have you in our hearts.
AUTHOR: Darlene Browning


My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine,
Just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger
My faith seems faint indeed
But there are other swimmers
Who know just what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are too swift
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift
Grief’s river is a process
Of relinquishing the past
By swimming in Hope’s channels
I’ll reach the shore at last
Author: Cynthia G. Kelley


Mommy and Daddy don’t cry for me.
To walk the earth was not meant to be.
I’m in God’s house you see.
I watch over you every day.
I know that you love me in a very special way.
You wanted me to be healthy and whole,
So you had to let me go.
You will get to see me every day
As you look at the children who past your way.

I may be the little boy with the dimple in his chin
Or the little boy with the golden curl.
You will know what you did is right Because
When you look in the sky on a clear star filled night,
I will be the star that is shining so bright.
I love you Mommy and Daddy good night.
Authore:Alfred Lang


My mum, she tells a lot of lies
she never did before
but from now until she dies
she’ll tell a whole lot more

Ask my mum how she is
and because she can’t explain
she will tell a little lie
because she can’t describe the pain

Ask my mum how she is
she’ll say “I am alright”
if that’s the truth then tell me
why does she cry each night?

Ask my mum how she is
“I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping”
for God’s sake mum just tell the truth
just say your heart is broken

She’ll love me all her life
I loved her all of mine
but if you ask her how she is
she’ll lie and say she’s fine

I am here in Heaven
I cannot hug from here
if she lies to you don’t listen
hug her and hold her near

On the day we meet again
we’ll smile and I’ll be bold
I’ll say, “you’re lucky to get in here mum
with all the lies you told!”
Author: Ruth M. Eason


Dear Mr Postman,
can you send a letter from me
I need it sent from up above to my earthly family
Please send it quick, my mummy’s sad, I hate to see her cry
Every night she prays to God and sadly asks him why.

Please let it say, I could not stay, with an angel I had to go
I’m fine, I’m happy here with the other babies I know
I hope it reads to Daddy, I know you love me too
I miss you lots and all the things that we had planned to do.

Nana, how I’ll miss your hugs and kisses planned for me
I know how much you’ll miss the growing child that I should be
Close it with I love you so, I’m with you in your heart
I never really left you see, I was an angel from the start.
Author: Unknown


There is a special Angel in Heaven
that is a part of me
It is not where I wanted him
but where God wanted him to be.
He was here but just a moment
like a night time shooting star
And though he is in Heaven
he isn’t very far.
He touched the hearts of many
like only an Angel can do
I would’ve held him every minute
if the end I only knew.
So I send this special message
to Heaven up above
Please take care of my Angel
and send him all my love.
Author: Unknown


I would like to send a letter to heaven
and address it to the one I love.
My child has left this world,
to be with the Lord above.
I would tell her that I love her,
and that I miss her loving touch.
I would say we’re lost without her
and we miss her – – oh so much.
I would ask if she could visit,
if we promised not to cry.
Maybe one more time to see her
We forgot to say “Good-bye.”
We will try to control our emotions
we truly feel we could.
So please – – we need a visit.
We promise we’ll be good.
It is so hard, we miss her.
Oh Lord, this feeling is the worst.
We know you gave her to us,
yes, we know you had her first.
But you called her prematurely,
I’m sorry I question your will.
I know you have your reasons
but Lord – – I miss her still.
If you’d only make an exception
please consider what we plea.
It is so hard accepting that our daughter
– – We will never see.
Oh baby I write you this letter
with all the love there is to be had.
Because it’s just not me who’s hurting
there’s your brother and your dad.
We need so much to see you,
then we’ll try to let you rest.
But if not in this world, baby,
then we’ll see you in the next.
So I’m sending a letter to heaven,
and pray you hear my plea.
But if the answer is not what I’m asking —
Lord come and rescue me!
Author: Paula Osipovitch



Don’t Mourn For Me

Mother, please don’t mourn for me; I’m still here, though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side, each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near. I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight–I’m the brightest star
on a summer night. I’ll never be beyond your reach–
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around,
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond–
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring;
the first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on baby’s face. Just look for me, Mommy,
I’m everyplace!
Author: Unknown

Hi Mommy
It’s me, your little Angel
Just checking in with you.
I know you’re sad
because I’m gone,
and Mommy I’m sad too.
It’s beautiful here,
wherever I am,
there’s such a lovely view.
But mostly when I’m sitting here
I’m looking down at you
I see all your feelings,
everyday when I look down,
I love to see you smile
and I know sometimes you frown
But guess what?
I have a job to do.
God saved it for your little girl.
I get to watch over you
and protect you from the world.
So though you cannot see me
and I know it’s hard on you,
You’ll surely see the benefits
of the job God has me do.
Author unknown


Angels are ever all around us
And with love they do surround us.
When my heart is sore in need,
The Angels come my soul to feed.
They come to me from up above
and sing in whispers of Love.
When in my heart I feel a tug
I know that it’s an Angels’ hug.
Author: Unknown


I Laid a Rose On Your Grave
But that’s not what I wanted to do.
I wanted to tickle you, play with you,
laugh with you, read to you, sing to you, too.

I laid a rose on your grave today and said a little prayer,
I wished so much with all my heart,
that you were here, not there.

I laid a rose on your grave today,
The tears falling from my eyes.
I will never forget when you were taken away
and left us with broken hearts and sighs.

I laid a rose on your grave today.
Forget you I can not do.
Each day, each week, each month


Don’t let them say I wasn’t born
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave
I’ve loved you from the start.

Although my body you can’t hold
It doesn’t mean I’m gone
This world was worthy not of me
God chose that I move on

I know the pain that drowns your soul
What you are forced to face
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms
Someday we will embrace

You’ll hear that it was meant to be
God doesn’t make mistakes
But that won’t soften your worst blow
Or make your heart not ache.

I’m watching over all you do
Another child you’ll bear
Believe me when I say to you
That I am always there

There will come a time, I promise you
When you will hold my hand
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And you’ll understand

Although I’ve never breathed your air
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn’t mean I never was
An angel never dies.
Author: Karen O’Connor


“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.”


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
Think Before You Speak
Dear Friend, today you broke my heart,
In a place that was unbroken.
You did it with your thoughtless words
That should not have been spoken.
You know that I am grieving,
That my pain is deep and real.
Your hurtful words pierced like a knife.
How do you think I feel?
You may not suffer from my loss
Or share this lonely grief,
But I am mourning my baby,
Who’s life was much too brief.
I’m sure you don’t know how I feel,
I don’t expect you to.
Don’t ask me to get over it….
That’s something I cannot do.
Without grief, there is no healing
It’s a journey I must make.
It’s not the path that I would choose,
but one I’m forced to take.
No matter how you choose to see
What I am going through,
I need compassion and support….
I’d do the same for you.
Author: Gwen Flowers


Do you think that I am over it
Better than before
Maybe I’ve forgotten
Doesn’t hurt me anymore?

Do you think that I am doing fine
No tears are shed each day
Get up and just get going
Pain has all but gone away?

Do you think that I am coping
Living life just as you do
If that’s what you imagine…
You don’t have a single clue

I cope, I cry, and I deny
I’ve learned how I must hide
Keep everything within me
Bottled up deep down inside

I can’t be who I was before
I’ve changed I’m someone new
It happens when you have a loss
You would be different too

I’m so misunderstood each day
To tired to explain
Not over it, or better
Simply put… I’m not the same
Author Unknown


Don’t tell me that you understand
Don’t tell me that you know,
Don’t tell me that I will survive
Or how I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me that this is just a test
That I am truly blessed
That I am chosen for this task
Apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bounds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer
And don’t tell me how to cry!

My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But, I need you now,
I need your love, unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”
Author: Joanetta Hendel


You don’t know how I feel; please don’t tell me that you do.
There’s just one way to know, “have you lost a child too?”
“You’ll have another baby”, must I hear this everyday?
Can I get another mother too, if mine should pass away?
Don’t say it was “God’s will”, for that is not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?
“You have an angel now, in heaven, a precious child above.”
But, tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?
“Aren’t you better yet?” Is that what I heard you say?
NO! A part of me has gone, and I will always feel this way.
Perhaps you think your silence will help ease my pain?
But I want to talk about the child I’ll never hold again.
Don’t say these things to me, although I know you mean well.
They don’t take my pain away; I must go through this hell.
I will get better sure, yet slow, and it helps to have you near.
But “I’m sorry that you lost a child” is all I have to hear.


“I’ll lend you for a while a child of mine,” He said.
“For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.”
“I cannot promise he 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 chose you.
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him 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 run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness; we’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay;
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”
Author: Edgar Guest


I am wearing a pair of shoes

they are ugly shoes

uncomfortable shoes

I hate my shoes.

Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.

Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step, yet I continue to wear them.

I get funny looks wearing these shoes.

They are looks of sympathy.

I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.

They never talk about my shoes.

To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.

To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them,
but once you put them on you can never take them off.

I now realise that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.

There are many pairs in this world.

Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.

Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.

Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.

No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.

These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.

They have made me who I am.

I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Author: unknown


We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord
That connects us ’til birth
This cord can’t be seen
By any on Earth.
This cord does its work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it’s there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can’t be destroyed.
It can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord
Man could create.
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you’re not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart.
I am bruised…I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.
I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can’t take it away!
Author: Unknown


Death leaves a heartache that no-one can heal
Love leaves a memory that no-one can steal


The world breaks everyone and afterward
many are strong in the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)


The heart that has truly loved never forgets, but as truly loves on to the close.
You may break; you may shatter the vase, if you will,
but the scent of the roses will hang ’round it still.
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Thomas Moore (1779-1852)


‘To know healing
is to know that all life is one
and there is no beginning and no end
and the intention is loving’
(Margaret Torrie)


Please don’t tell them you never got to know me
It is I whose kicks you will always remember,
I who gave you heartburn that a dragon would envy,
I who couldn’t seem to tell time and got your days
and nights mixed up,
It is I who acknowledged your craving for ice cream
by knocking the cold bowl off your belly,
I who went shopping and helped you pick out the
perfect teddy bear for me,
I who liked to be cradled in your belly and
rocked off to dreamy slumber by the fire,
It is I who never had a doubt about your love,
It is I who was able to put a lifetime of joy into an instant


“If you ever felt love,
then you’ve most certainly been touched by an Angel.”
Author Lynn Hollyn


When the links of life are broken
And a child has to part
There is nothing that will ever heal
A Parents broken heart


Every day, it passes,
Along with each New Year.
I often find I think of you,
And always shed a tear.
People say that it gets easier,
The pain does go away.
But I just find that missing you,
Gets stronger every day.


Although you cant be here with me, we’re truly not apart, until the final breath I take, you’ll be living in my heart
Wonderful memories, woven in gold,
this candle I tenderly hold,
deep in my heart, a memory is kept,
to love, to cherish, never to forget.
Loving you is easy, we do it every day,
missing you is a heartache, that never goes away
Your presence we miss, your memory we treasure,
loving you always, forgetting you never
Tenderly we treasure the past,
with memories that will always last.

The New Normal

‘This is now what “normal” is…
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realise someone important is missing from all the important events in your family’s life.
Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party… yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.
Normal is feeling like you can’t sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don’t like to sit through anything.
normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if’s & why didn’t I’s go through your head constantly.
Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head constantly.
Normal is having TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.
Normal is staring at every baby who looks like he is my baby’s age. And thinking of the age they would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it because it will never happen.
Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart.
Normal is telling the story of your child’s death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone’s eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet not realising it has become part of my ‘normal’.
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child’s memory and their birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit’s the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special my baby loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.
Normal is having people afraid to mention my baby.
Normal is making sure others remember them.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.
Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you – it doesn’t compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your child is unnatural.
Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.
Normal is realising I do cry everyday.
Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals, bodies being referred to as cadavers, when you know they were once someone’s loved one.
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.
Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in other countries, but yet never having met any of them face to face.
Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal is not listening to people who make excuses for God. ‘God may have done this because…’ I love God, I know that my baby isn’t on earth, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why babies are taken from this earth is
not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.
Normal is being to tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my baby isn’t here on earth. And yet when you say I have 1 child
to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as it you betrayed your baby.
Normal is avoiding playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them.
Normal is people asking why God took your child’s life instead of yours and asking if there is a God.
Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.
And last of all, Normal is all the things that have become “normal” for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are “normal”

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