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Tears in my Momma's Eyes 12-17-03
To him nothing ever came
easy - except the love from his mother's heart
Everytime things would get a little easier - something would tear his world
apart
My brother John has left me a sad only child in this life
Has left a son to grow without him - has left a strong
and loving wife
Of all the things we miss about him - the cold black days that slip on by
The hardest part of losing
my brother - are the tears in my momma's eyes
My own broken heart has yet to mend - I doubt it will ever
heal
Even that great pain is nothing - compared to what my mother feels
The world does go on without him - Though sometimes
I wish it would stop
Whenever I hear a song we used to sing - when I feel my heart just drop
As hard as it is for me
to watch the days without him come and go
The hardest part about missing John - Is seeing the pain my mom must know
I love you Momma.
MARCH 14, 2003
I read a poem today that SO describes how I am feeling, that it seems the author was inside my head. This poem was written
by another grieving mother, someone who knows my pain, and has so eloquently put those feelings into words. Karen, thank you
for expressing how I/we feel, and thanks for all you do for "Grieving Parents of Angels". Your contribution to our support
group, and the work you do to help us memorialize our angels are truly gifts from the heart. You are a wonderful person, giving
so freely of your time. God Bless you always, and may your angels always be remembered.
Here is the poem:
Guilt
Is with me wherever I go
Whatever I think
Whatever I do
Longing
Is with me deep inside
Wherever I go
I cannot hide
Sadness
Is with me and my heart breaks in two
I just long to be
Closer to you
Nightmares
They haunt me of the day you went
People say that you
Were heaven sent
Pain
Fills my heart and being
I just cannot stop
The pain I am feeling
Loneliness
Surrounds me
No-one to turn to
No-one who cares
karen ©2003
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I Hear Each Tear Fall On Her Face
My Mom
doesn't know I'm watching her
but I'm watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
at the very
mention of my name.
She says it sounds like music to her ears
and can be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each
tear fall on her face
when my name is said aloud.
I watch her stumble through each day
as she wishes the day
would end.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
as she talks of me to her friends.
But there are few who truly
understand
Oh this I've heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
Will my Mom ever be the same?
I
know that her smiles light up a sky
But, I don't see that smile today.
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face.
Her
blue skies turned to gray.
Oh, I send to her my warmest hug
with the rays of the morning sun.
Then, I won't hear
a tear fall on her face
For I shall erase them one by one.
Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her.
But I'm
watching her just the same.
And if I hear a tear fall on her face
I'll just softly whisper her name!
~Author
Unknown~
"My Baby Brother"
Watching cartoons, running through
the woods, I had you right there with me, my bratty little brother.
As much as we fought, as much as we laughed and
cried, know that I would not trade you for another.
I sit here today and think of you, and miss you more than
words can say wishing we could go back to those days.
I hear the songs, I see kids playing, I think of you a million
times a day, there is so much that I want to say.
Nobody knows as much about me as you do, staying up talking about
our hopes and dreams.
What we had done and what we wanted to do, Me and you John, we were quite a team.
I
remember the day that I had my son , and all the talks about having a friend for Brad Bug.
The pain I saw on
your face, looked too much like mine, and all was said when you gave me that hug.
I think of my life now as living
for you, I want to do all the things you wanted to do.
I know that you loved me and i really hope you knew just how
much I love you too.
I miss you John, God knows I do, just do me a favor until my time is through.
Hug my baby,
take care of yourself and meet me at the gates. Never forget, I will always love you.
Written by Shelly
June 26, 2002
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You cannot imagine this pain, you do not want to.
I cannot express the agonizing pain I have been through.
The range of emotions that I have felt,
The heart-rending blow that I have been dealt.
No, I am not, nor will I ever be the person I used to be,
I have had to learn to live with a whole new me.
This new me is not of my choosing,
It is who I have become as a result of losing.
Of losing my only son, only twenty one years old,
Of losing what most take for granted, no hand to hold.
Watching him die slowly, tormented soul, in so much pain,
My loss is heavens gain.
No one could know the pain my son bore each day,
Many judged him, but what can they say,
When they didnt know the pain that lay behind his blue eyes,
When they didnt take time to hear his cries.
There is but one who has the right to judge,
One who never holds a grudge.
That is God in heaven up above,
Where my son was carried on the wings of a dove.
No more pain and suffering, no more tears will he cry,
And left here on earth, it is not for me to question why.
I miss my son more than mere words can convey,
And my heart was forever broken on that fateful day.
But I do find some measure of relief,
And I stand strong in my belief,
That God reached down from heaven on that cold March day,
and took my son above with him to stay.
He saw the pain behind the blue eyes,
and lifted my son to the skies.
He took away the hurt and tears,
and forever quieted all of his fears.
It is not easy to know I will never hold my son again on earth,
but to know he is with God gives some measure of mirth.
It helps get through the long days ahead, days I cant share with him,
Knowing I cant just call him on a whim.
My arms, how they ache, my heart, how it bleeds,
His death has brought me completely to my knees.
Devastation, confusion, anger , denial, unending pain,
But also the hope, that I will see him again.
Bonnie Atkinson March 04, 2003
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"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," He said,
"For you to love while he lives,
And mourn for when
he is 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 will bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You will 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 have looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's
lane
I have selected you."
"Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To
take him back again?"
"I fancied that I hear 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 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.'"
Edgar Guest |
"There You'll Always Be"
Faith Hill
When I think back on these times
And the dreams we left behind.
I'll be glad, 'coz I was Blessed
To
get to have you in my life.
When I look back on these days,
I'll look and see your face
You Were Right There for
Me.
In My Dreams I'll always see You
Soar above the sky.
In my heart there'll always be a place for you
For
All My Life.
I'll keep a part of you with me
And Everywhere I am, There You'll Be.
And Everywhere I am , There You'll
Be
Well you showed me how it feels
To feel the sky within my reach
And I always will remember
all the Strength
you gave to me.
Your Love made me make it through
Oh, I Owe so Much to You
You Were Right There for Me.
In My
Dreams I'll always see you
Soar above the sky.
In my heart there'll always be a place for you
For All My Life.
I'll
keep a part of you with me
And Everywhere I am, There You'll Be.
'Cos I always saw in you my light,
my strength.
And
I want to thank you now
for all the ways,
You Were Right There for Me.
You Were Right There for Me.
In My Dreams
I'll always see You
Soar above the sky.
In my heart there'll always be a place for you
For All My Life.
I'll
keep a part of you with me
And Everywhere I am, There You'll Be
And Everywhere I am, There You'll Be
There You'll Be
Dedicated to John, December 30, 2002
Nine month anniversary of your death, I still ache for you, John, but 'there you'll always be.....'
THE FOLLOWING POEM, "BROKEN SOULS", SEEMS TO BE SPEAKING ABOUT THOSE THAT HAVE DIED BY SUICIDE, BUT IT ALSO
SPEAKS TO ME OF THOSE THAT HAVE DIED DUE TO OVERDOSE AND DRUG ADDICTION. IT WAS SENT TO ME BY DEBBIE WHO LOST HER BROTHER
JOHNNY TO DRUGS. YOU CAN VISIT HER SITE BY CLICKING ON THE LINK HERE:
He Gathers Broken Souls
BY CYNTHIA J. MACKENZIE
In one moment in time, when all hope
seemed far away
When despair weighed so heavily there seemed nothing left to say
When anger & pain were all that
he could feel
He decided to leave all the lies he thought were real.
He forgot about the rainbows that follow
skies of gray
He forgot about the kindness he witnessed everyday
He forgot about the future he once dreamed could
be
He lost sight of all the truth & reality.
The fact that people loved him, the knowledge that they cared
The love they had to offer him the many things he shared
The pain that he would cause just never crossed his mind
He only pictured solitude & the peace that he would find.
Sometimes a gentle spirit in a world that's gone
awry
Gets lost & cannot find it's way, can't bring itself to try
When God looks down from Heaven with tender loving
eyes
He can see completely every facet of our lives.
It's up to God not man to judge the things that have been
done
We are His Creation, in Love He Sent His Son
To walk this earth, to die, to rise & live again
To grant
us all salvation, to save our souls from sin.
Each time a sparrow falls lifeless to the ground
Our Father up in
Heaven hears that tiny sound
Would He be less vigilant when our lives quickly end
Regardless of the reason, on God
you can depend.
For God in all His tenderness can see inside their mind
And when He searches carefully no evil
does He find
Just discontent, confusion, pain, & fear, & sorrow
With no hope for today & no vision of
tomorrow.
No Malice little forethought, just decisions made in haste
God grieves up there in Heaven for this senseless
needless waste
Yet even as the sheep are gathered safely to the fold
Our Lord is so magnificent He gathers broken
souls.
He takes them home to be eternally with Him
To never know the torment they knew on earth again.
Peace
& Hope & Happiness are instantly restored
When souls cross the threshold of Heavens golden door
All rights
reserved by Cynthia J Mackenzie
If 'Broken Souls' touches you, or
helps you heal in some small way, please
offer God the Thanks. He led you here, even as He gave me the words to
write.
May His Blessings be with you.
Cynthia J. Mackenzie
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Some Days When I'm Alone
Some days
When I'm alone
I fear !!!!
Can't hold my tears
If I go out I hear the sounds
Of families around
It makes me sad
Cause I think back
When I had you
Here in my arms
I feel the wind
Blow in my cheeks
And all I think....
My darling son
Has given me a kiss
I hold my fear
I hold my tears
And I think back..
All I could whisper
In your ears was
"Don't worry dear,
Your Mami is here
So please don't fear.
No more pain
Will come your way.
I will get
old,
but you my love
Forever will be young".
~written by Ileana Villahermosa
In Memory of her son, Felipe A. Pagan
November 20, 1973 - April 13, 1999
Orlando,
Florida
For you, my darling John, on the seven month anniversary of your death. I miss you terribly. I love you so much, and it
hurts so bad not to have you here with me.
October 30, 2002
THE POEM BELOW WAS SENT TO ME BY SUE BRUNKHORST, IT WAS WRITTEN BY HER DAUGHTER, LINDSEY, IN MEMORY
OF HER OTHER DAUGHTER, STACEY. STACEY DIED FROM AN OVERDOSE OF DRUGS ON THE SAME DAY THAT JOHN DID. I AM ALSO ADDING HER TO
JOHN'S MEMORIAL WALL. MAY OUR ANGELS REST IN PEACE.
Angel On Your Side
By Linzee Wanger
Through times of grief and anger
when those tears just won't subside,
please close your eyes and summon her...
the angel on your side.
When walking barefoot over thorns
for what seems an endless mile,
there's someone there to soothe you
with the memory of her smile.
And should the questions overflow
until a river has been cried,
indulge those tranquil waters
for the angel on your side.
When face to face with sorrow,
when hand in hand with pain,
just know she is the sunrays
poking through amidst the rain.
So you've lost a cherished treasure,
a sand castle to the tide,
but never doubt that you have gained
an angel on your side.
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JUST A WORD OR TWO TO SAY,
JOHN, I AM REALLY MISSING YOU TODAY.
IT HAS BEEN THREE MONTHS SINCE YOU DIED,
AND FOR NINETY DAYS, I HAVE CRIED.
I REALIZE I WILL ALWAYS LIVE WITH THE PAIN,
THAT I WILL NEVER ON EARTH SEE YOU AGAIN.
BUT KNOW YOU DWELL WITHIN MY HEART,
AND IN THAT WAY, WE ARE NEVER APART!
I SEE YOU IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS,
AS I AIMLESSLY WANDER THROUGH THE DAYS.
I SEE YOU IN THE SKY AT NIGHT,
AND IN THE EAGLE'S WONDROUS FLIGHT.
YOUR SPIRIT SURROUNDS ME , YOU ARE EVERWHERE,
ALWAYS LETTING ME KNOW HOW MUCH YOU CARE.
JOHN, IT HAS BEEN THREE MONTH'S TODAY, SINCE YOU LEFT FOR YOUR NEW HOME. I HOPE YOU HAVE
FOUND THE PEACE THERE THAT YOU DIDN'T HAVE HERE. I LOVE AND MISS YOU TODAY, MORE THAN YESTERDAY, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I WILL
TOMORROW. HUGS AND KISSES UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN! YOUR BRADLEY IS STARTING PRESCHOOL TOMORROW, JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANTED HIM
TO. I KNOW IT WOULD MEAN ALOT TO YOU TO KNOW THAT. I LOVE YOU, JOHN.
JUNE 30, 2002
MY MOTHER'S DAY PRESENT FROM JOHN
I want to share a very unique experience. I feel that I have a link to John, that he has given me something to comfort
me. The story begins two weeks before he died. John was sitting on the couch in my living room. I was telling him about a
stray cat that had shown up at my door one day. This cat was pregnant, and I was telling John that I had to find homes for
the mother cat and however many kittens she would have. John laughingly said to me, "You should keep the kittens, Mom.". I
said "Yeah right, just what I need. No, I am not keeping any kittens, I already have a dog, and I don't want any more animals."
John replied, "I'm gonna make sure that you keep at least two kittens, Mom.". " And just how do you think you are going to
accomplish that?", I asked him. He said, "You'll see."
Later on that week, John left for Mass. I continued to feed the pregnant cat, and began asking everyone I know if they
wanted a kitten.
The last time I remember the cat being pregnant was March 29, the day before John died. I fed her that morning as usual.
The next day is the day that John died, and I didn't see or think about the cat. The next time I saw the cat was two days
after the funeral, and I could tell that she had had the kittens. So, the kittens may have even been born on the day John
died.
My husband and I looked high and low for those kittens, with no luck. My husband even went under the house with a flashlight
looking for them. The mother cat appeared every day to be fed, still no sign of the kittens.
On Mother's Day, I was having a really hard time. I was missing John so much, and I was really overcome with grief. I
was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes, and tears were falling so hard that I could barely see what I was doing.
My husband came barrelling through the back door, excitedly saying that he had found the kittens. I followed him outside,
and there were two of the cutest kittens I have ever seen. That was John saying Happy Mother's Day!
A few days later, three more kittens appeared, for a total of five. I cannot help but believe that only two appeared
at first because it was meant for me to keep those two. John told me he was going to make sure I kept two of the kittens,
and I did. These kittens are very precious to me! They bring me joy where there is none, and everytime I give in to the grief,
here come the kittens, nuzzling me, reminding me that John is still with me!
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WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR
Every time I am in a group of bereaved parents, I hear people say
things like,
"I wish my child hadn't died" or "I wish I had him
back." Those wishes, unfortunately, can never come true. Another wish
I hear is "I wish my friends (or church, or neighbors, or relatives)
understood what I am going through and were more
supportive." This is
a wish that has some possibility of coming true if we are able to be
honest and assertive with
the people around us. What do we wish
others understood about the loss of our child? Here is a partial list
of such
wishes:
1. I wish you would not be afraid to speak my child's name. My child
lived and was important and I need to
hear his name.
2. If I cry or get emotional if we talk about my child, I wish you
knew that it isn't because you
have hurt me; the fact that my child
died has caused my tears. You have allowed me to cry and thank you.
Crying and
emotional outbursts are healing.
3. I wish you wouldn't "kill" my child again by removing from your
home his pictures,
artwork, or other remembrances.
4. I will have emotional highs and lows, ups and downs. I wish you
wouldn't think
that if I have a good day my grief is all over, or
that if I have a bad day I need psychiatric counseling.
5.
I wish you knew that the death of a child is different from other
losses and must be viewed separately. It is the ultimate
tragedy and
I wish you wouldn't compare it to your loss of a parent, a spouse, or
a pet.
6. Being a bereaved
parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't
shy away from me.
7. I wish you knew all of the "crazy" grief
reactions that I am
having are in fact very normal. Depression, anger, frustration,
hopelessness, and the questioning
of values and beliefs are to be
expected following the death of a child.
8. I wish you wouldn't expect my grief
to be over in six months. The
first few years are going to be exceedingly traumatic for us. As with
alcoholics, I
will never be "cured" or a "former bereaved parent",
but will forevermore be a "recovering bereaved parent".
9.
I wish you understood the physical reactions to grief. I may gain
weight or lose weight, sleep all the time or not at
all, develop a
host of illnesses and be accident-prone, all of which may be related
to my grief.
10. Our child's
birthday, the anniversary of his death, and holidays
are a terrible times for us. I wish you would tell us that you are
thinking about our child on these days, and if we get quiet and
withdrawn, just know that we are thinking about our
child and don't
try to coerce us into being cheerful.
11. It is normal and good that most of us re-examine our
faith,
values, and beliefs after losing a child. We will question things we
have been taught all our lives and hopefully
come to some new
understanding with our God. I wish you would let me tangle with my
religion without making me feel
guilty.
12. I wish you wouldn't offer me drinks or drugs. These are just
temporary crutches, and the only way
I can get through this grief is
to experience it. I have to hurt before I can heal.
13. I wish you understood
that grief changes people. I am not the
same person I was before my child died and I never will be that
person again.
If you keep waiting for me to "get back to my old
self", you will stay frustrated. I am a new creature with new
thoughts,
dreams, aspirations, values and beliefs. Please try to get
to know the new me - - maybe you'll still like me..
Instead
of sitting around and waiting for our wishes to come true, we
have a obligation to teach people some of the things we
have learned
about our grief. We can teach these lessons with great
kindness,believing that people have good intentions
and want to do
what is right, but just don't know what to do with us , or we can sit
and wait, I believe our children
would want us to help the world
understand.
Elaine Grier, TCF Atlanta, Ga
You'll get over it."
"It's the clichés that cause
the trouble. To lose someone you
love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it
because 'it' is the person
you loved. The pain stops, there
are new people, but the gap never closes. How could
it? The particulars of someone
who mattered enough to
grieve over is not stopped by anyone but death. The
hole in my heart is in the shape of you and
no one else can
fit it. Why would I want them to?"
--Jeannette Winterson
Please choose your words very carefully when trying to give comfort to someone that has lost a child. Without meaning
to, your words can sting rather than give comfort. It is NOT for the best that my son died, please do not tell me that my
son was selfish, don't tell me that I will get over it, because I never will! Unless you personally have lost your child,
don't tell me that you know how I feel, because you don't! Don't tell me that I must get over the grief, don't tell me not
to cry anymore! I can no more control my tears and grief than you can control your breathing! Don't tell me that I am
wasting my time visiting my son's grave, I know that is not where he is, but that is where I can feel close to him. It hurts
me when you don't mention my son's name, it hurts me when you say he should have thought of me and stopped doing drugs. Unless
you have experienced the emotions, the despair, and the torment that my son faced in life, do not judge him, you have not
the right! My son loved me, loved his family, and he was not selfish with that love! I spent almost the entire twenty one
years of my son's life defending him, from the time he could walk until the day he died. Please don't make it neccesary for
me to defend him now that he is no longer on this earth. That is not fair to his memory or to me! I am not blind to his faults,
but evidentaly, you are blind to his beautiful soul! My son was trying to escape the unbearable experiences that he had in
this life, and he did. God did that for him. Please, stop judging my son, it taints his memory, which I vow to keep alive
for all days. My son is so precious to me, as is his memory. If you don't know what to say, then just saying that is enough.
If you don't have anything good to say, then I will give you the same advice that my mother always gave me, "If you can't
say something good about someone, don't say anything at all!" Please remember, when you are talking to me how my
son died, refrain from the jokes about drugs, it is no laughing matter. Just know that I am hurting deeply, and
sometimes your words make me hurt even worse, even if that was not your intent.
Bonnie
May 27, 2002
 
"My Mom is a Survivor"
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But
I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her
hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash
away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
a smile
of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to
keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through
Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
or
ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.
For no matter
what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.
By
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
© Copyright 2000 Kaye Des'Ormeaux - All Rights Reserved
DEAR JOHN, I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU IS WHAT I WANT TO SAY,
YOU HAVE BEEN ON MY MIND AN AWFUL LOT TODAY.
THE TEARS, THEY BURN SO HOTLY, AS THEY SLIDE DOWN MY FACE,
AND THIS LUMP THAT LIVES IN MY THROAT, I WISH I COULD ERASE.
MY BREATH BECOMES SO STIFLED, MY CHEST IS HEAVY AS LEAD,
AS EACH NEW DAY DAWNS DREARILY, WITH MY HEART SO FULL OF DREAD.
YOU ARE ALL AROUND ME, YET SO FAR FROM MY REACH,
AS THE LESSONS I HAVE LEARNED, I TRY SO HARD TO TEACH.
I DON'T WANT ANOTHER MOTHER TO FEEL THE MERCILESS PAIN,
THAT COMES FROM LOSING A CHILD, WITH NOTHING BUT SORROW TO GAIN.
EVERY STEP I TAKE, I MISS YOU, EVERY BREATH I TAKE, I KNOW,
THAT YOU ARE GONE FOREVER, AND HOW I MISS YOU SO!
I JUST WANT TO LAY DOWN AND DIE, TO JOIN YOU WHERE YOU ARE,
TO HOLD YOU AGAIN AND TELL YOU, YOU ARE MY SHINING STAR!
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD HAS PLANS FOR ME, AND THAT I MUST GO ON WITH LIFE,
EVEN THOUGH I RELIVE EACH DAY, ANOTHER DAY OF STRIFE.
I PLANTED MY FLOWERS TODAY, AND FELT YOU BY MY SIDE,
I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVED THEM, AND YOU WOULD HAVE SHARED MY PRIDE.
I MISSED YOU WORKING THERE BESIDE ME, AS EACH PLANT AND SEED WAS SOWN,
A CHORE YOU USED TO SHARE WITH ME, BEFORE YOU WERE GROWN.
I DEDICATED A GARDEN TO YOU, IT HAS IMPATIENS AND HOSTAS TO GROW,
AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THEM, IT'S YOUR LOVE I WILL KNOW.
I WANT TO WAIL AND CRY, COME BACK TO ME, MY SON,
BUT THAT WILL GET ME NOWHERE, ONCE THE DAY IS DONE.
SO I MUST GATHER UP MY COURAGE, AND TUCK YOUR MEMORIES TO MY BREAST,
CARRY YOUR SPIRIT IN MY HEART FOR ALL DAYS, AND WISH YOU ETERNAL REST.
MOM
MAY 30, 2002
TWO MONTH ANNIVERSARY
GOD SAID "NO" CLICK HERE
WORDS THAT BRING COMFORT
"Don't Worry About Me Mom"
You don't have to worry about me anymore, All of those nights wasted
pacing the floor. So afraid that the phone would ring, Terrified of the news it could bring.
I wasn't a very easy son to raise, I gave you a run for your money on
most days. You tried with all you had to make me understand, That the path I was taking was to a no man's land.
No, you don't have to worry anymore, Sweet Jesus and his angels met me
at the Door. They filled me with a love that set my heart ablaze, And suddenly, I could see the error of my ways.
I now realize I caused much anguish and pain, I'm so sorry for it all,
I had nothing to gain. But Heaven is so beautiful, I've found peace you see, And I'll be waiting for you Mom, to celebrate
Jesus with me.
Your loving son, John
Author: Rose Mary Colarusso ©2000
"What Did I Do"
What did I do that went so wrong
I tried to teach you to be wise and
strong.
I looked forward to seeing you with family and home,
I didn't know it would be earth and stone.
I'll never see you walk down that aisle,
I'll never again see
that wonderful smile.
My heart is breaking that much I can say,
I can't wait to see you on some distant day.
I am no longer afraid of dying,
Sometimes I think it's better
than crying.
But most of all because I'll see you,
And that my dear son is what I long to do.
Author: Rose Mary Colarusso ©2000
"Please Take Care"
My dear Lord from up above, Please take care of the one I love. He's
in your Hands and I know you care, But not having him here is so much to bear.
Give me the strength I need to go on, Give me your shoulder to lean upon.
Help me to picture him happy and free, Living a life without misery.
I'm trying to take it one day at a time, Until peace with you will finally
be mine.
Author: Rose Mary Colarusso ©2000
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