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Clark & Jake
My precious little angels
with ten little fingers and ten little toes,
Why you were taken from us
so early only God knows.
We rejoice in seeing you
grieve in losing you.
We will remember you always
in your box of blue.
The years we won't have
the things that will be missed.
We will all get to catch up when we see you in Heaven because we are blessed.
Nana & Poppy
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The Tiny Rosebuds
The Master Gardner from Heaven above
Planted seeds in the garden of love
And from it grew two rosebuds small
That never had time to open at all
For God in His perfect and all wise way
Chose these roses for his heavenly bouquet
So think of your darlings with the angels above
Secure and contented and surrounded by love
And remember that God Blessed and enriched your lives too,
For in dying, your darlings brought heaven closer to you.
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I am a bereaved mother
I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, on a journey I did not ask to travel. My moans and wails have joined the voices of women through the ages, the cries only a parent who is holding their child's lifeless body in their arms can make. I have joined a circle of women who, through the centuries, have transformed in the grief of their child. Our cries have united across the span of time and we have become one in our pain.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, on a road I wish I could leave. My loss has torn the flesh from my bones, scraped me raw, and tossed my torn soul into the air, the pieces falling to the ground to create a woman I do not know. My belief that I was fragile is now changed to a belief that I am strong. I do not know this new woman
yet, but today I realize she is here to stay.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, a role I did not willingly accept. But, I now realize it is mine. I can make the best of it or let it get the best of me. I choose...to start the process of mobilizing my resources, to use my pain, my grief, my despair to make a change. I choose...to become a voice for the women now and in the past that have been told to keep silent about their dead babies because people "just don't talk about that." I choose...to speak up and out, to put my words to paper, to reach the deafened ears of a culture that shuns death, especially the death of children because it "upsets the natural balance of life." I choose...to make a difference in the name of my precious sons.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman transformed in grief. I am here. Dedicated to my precious sons.
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If Tears Could Build a Stairway
If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why
Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one can ever know
But now we know you want us
To mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
Life still has much in store
Since you'll never be forgotten
We pledge to you today
A hallowed place within our hearts
Is where you'll always stay
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My darling sons
I'll never get to hear you cry,
see your first steps
or hear your first word
You never even got the chance
to open those beautiful eyes
or take your first big breath
But please know
the love we shared for 21 weeks
will carry on for a lifetime
Goodbye my darling sons
My little angels set free
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Do Not Stand At My Grave
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
I am the shining star at night,
When you awake to the morning light.
My time has come, I am at rest,
I am the sunset in the west,
I am the clouds that race above,
Where I watch over those I love.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
So, here the words that here I say,
I am the love that guides your way.
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The Broken Chain
We little knew that day, 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 beautiful 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.
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"When God Calls Little Children"
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, We mortals sometimes 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 little rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, so He takes but a 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 relize God loves children... Angels are hard to find.
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Silent Footprints
We never had the chance to play, to laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you 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 we never had.
But now you're gone... but yet you're here. We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy. There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong. We'll forget you never.
The child we had, but never had, And yet will have forever.
Christie Michael
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How Do You Say Goodbye to Your Own Sons
How do you say goodbye
to your own sons?
Words can't express,
the heart just goes numb.
First are the questions,
Why, How and When?
Then comes the blame
and the what could have been.
Next is the sorrow
and it's expressed by all.
First Doctors and Nurses,
and then family all call.
When this all settles
one question remains,
Is this goodbye,
or "I'll see you again"?
So, this isn't goodbye,
or even "see you soon"
you are alive in my heart,
and your memory stays new.
You are both a part
of Daddy and of Me
When I look in his eyes
it is you that I see.
So anytime I need you,
or just need to smile
I'll turn to my husband,
and hold you a while.
No, this isn't goodbye,
instead it's "I'll wait"
the next time I hold you
will be at Heaven's gate.
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My Mom Is a Survivor - Author unknown
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I 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 forever more.
But 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!
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An Angel Never Dies
Don't let them say we were not born,
That something stopped our hearts
We felt each tender squeeze you gave,
We've loved you from the start.
Although our bodies you can't hold us anymore,
It doesn't mean we're gone,
This world was worthy, not, of us
God chose that we move on.
We know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face-
You have our word, we will fill your arms again,
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.
We're watching over all you do,
another child you'll bear,
Believe us when we say to you,
That we're always there.
There'll come a time, we promise you,
When you will hold our hands,
Stroke our faces and kiss our lips,
And then you'll understand,
Although we'll never breath your air,
Or gaze into your eyes,
That doesn't mean we never "were"
An angel never dies.
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Quotes:
They did so much to be so small, but angels always do.
You spread your wings and flew away, but we'll meet again in heaven one day.
An angel in the Book of Life wrote down your babies birth and whispered as he closed the book, too beautiful for this Earth.
Their tiny feet go before us to show us the way home.
God, yet as you do not lose them in giving them to us, So neither do we lose them in their return to you.
An angel sent from heaven returned to heaven.
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Scriptures:
Matthew 19:14 (read at their service by Pastor Carl Spradley)
Jesus said, "Let the children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."
Isaiah 41:10 (read by Dr. Rowe before delivery)
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Jeremiah 29:11-14
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. The you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the Lord.
Laminations 3:31-33
For the Lord does not abandon anyone forever. Though this brings grief, he also shows compassion according to the greatness of his unfailing love. For he does not enjoy hurting people or causing them sorrow.
Psalm 37:4
"Delight ourselves in the Lord, He will give us the desires of our heart"
Psalm 40: 1-2
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry, He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
Psalm 34:17-18
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Jeremiah 31:13
...I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
Psalm 145:18
The Lord is near to all who call on him.
Romans 5:3-5
...but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love to our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Psalm 27:13-14
I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
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