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JACKSON

Though you're gone, your strength remains
Within us to draw from again and again.

JACKSON

Your gorgeous little face, at ease now you're asleep
But to not be able to hold you, hurts us oh so deep.

JACKSON

You're now our little angel, please watch us and take care
And everytime life is good, we'll know that you're right there.

JACKSON

You little soldier, you fought right to the end
I know you felt the love there, that we all did send.

JACKSON

THROUGH OUR BROKEN HEARTS & OUR TEARS OF PAIN
WE SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE, FOREVER AND AGAIN.
GOODBYE FOR NOW SWEET JACKSON JAMES
WE LOVE YOU

In loving memory of Jackson James (T18 29th August 1999)
son of Debbie and Daryl
brother to Kial


In Loving Memory of
Theodora Marie Haas

~June 14, 1999 - June 14, 1999~

Just like a beautiful, long-stemmed rose,
Her precious memory grows and grows,
Touching the hearts of all

And like the fragrance of that same rose,
Her love, so sweet, still flows and flows,
Filling our lives with a warmth
That shows she's there.

So like a forever-blooming rose,
The beauty eternally glows,
For deep in our hearts
Each of us knows she lives!


Mommys little Angel

For you my child
The days go on that I mourn
The world so cruel and unkind
Each and every day you are on my mind
For how I wish for you to be here
There are so many special days
We will not share
For I will never see you smile or
brush your hair
How sadly you had to leave
God needed you more than me
Everyone knows how sad I've become
Do they understand I will never hear
you say the word "Mom"?
For I love you with all my heart, I am
so sad that we had to part
You, my loved one, never got the chance
but, oh, let me tell you it was love
at first glance!
For eight precious months, I felt you grow
Oh why on earth did you have to go?
Emptiness inside is all I feel
this kind of pain will never heal
For a short time you made my life bright
Opened my eyes to a whole new light
No one in this world will ever see
how much really you meant to me
For you were a part of me inside
Only you know the tears I've cried
I know I will never hold you again
How I wished you could stay
But, no, my sweet baby you have been taken away
No one is sorrier than I
For you my beautiful child had to die
In heaven, we will meet again
I'll get my second chance
For touching, hugging, kissing,
And love at second glance.
I love you my little angel
Alora's Mom

"Baby Charlotte"
~20th June 1999 to 14th June 2000 ~

She was a little gift from God
For a special Mum and Dad
He knew that Charlotte would be loved
and although her death is very sad

She brought so much joy to others lives
crept deep into their hearts
even those she had never met
felt they loved her from the start

Think of the good times you all shared
your memories will erase the bad
For Charlotte will always be
Much loved by Mum and Dad

She was lent to you for so short a time
Now she has gone where all is well
Little Charlotte is at peace
In a place where angels dwell.

She will be remembered by all
that were privileged to know her.

Written In Loving Memory of Charlotte Linda Geraghty by Maureen Belton June 2000 Kathryn & Peter's Little Angel


My Baby

She had brown eyes and brown hair and delicate skin.
That is what I will tell you,
That is where I'll begin.

I can't tell you about the sound of her cry,
But I can tell you how it feels for your baby to die.

I can't tell you about how she kept me up all night,
But I can tell you of the hope I feel with the morning light.

I can't tell you how long she nursed at my breast,
But I can tell you how this was my greatest test.

I can't tell you how much she loved her blankie,
But I can tell you her beauty was wonderful to see.

I can't tell you what her first word would have been,
But I can tell you how my soul trembled within.

I can't tell you what her favorite clothes would be,
But I can tell you of the hours spent on bended knee.

I can't tell you what would have been her favorite treat,
But I can tell you that living without her is quite a feat.

I can't tell you if she was right or left handed,
But I can tell you how sometimes I feel branded.

I can't tell you about her first day at school,
But I can tell you some words can be hurtful and cruel.

I can't tell you about the day she learned how to walk,
But I can tell you so many things if you really want me to talk.

She had brown eyes and brown hair and delicate skin.
That is what I will tell you,
That is where I'll begin.

Written in loving memory of Jasmine Isabella Barnhart by her Mommy


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