Poems

A Broken Heart That Speaks.
Jackie Longworth

I feel more depressed  Each day when I awake
I wish to God you could tell me There has been a big mistake.
My darling child was taken From her mothers love
To live with the angels In heaven up above.

I did not have her with me For the time I should have had
No longer can I hold her Which makes me very sad.
The pain of losing my baby   Shows in every single tear
I spend each day missing you Longing to have you near.

Life for me is lonely now   Without you by my side
My Broken shattered heart    Is very hard to hide.
People tell me that time is a healer   That the pain will go away,
They don't understand     That this pain is here to stay.

For when you lose a child    There is nothing that can compare
The bond we had at their birth  Will never leave, it's always there.
The love a mother has  Funs so very deep
That love is so special   It's in her heart to keep.

A mother's heart is broken   She is ripped apart inside
There is a part of her missing    It left when her child died.
So please don't tell me to get over it       For this I can not do
Unless you understand my feelings         And this has happened to you

Only another mother who has lost a child    Can understand my pain
Because they also suffer daily    As the memories of their child remain
We are a band of mothers    Whose hearts will never heal.
For the loss of our children       Is for us, so very real.

written by Jackie Longworth.
  
 

What is Death?
By 

Mary Nordkvelle    9.30am 9 June 2005
Mary wrote this poem for Trevor  9.30am 9 June 2005

 

You have gone from my sight     
No longer will I see your smile
Or the light from your eyes
Hold your hand or kiss your lips

Share magic conversations.
But you have not gone from my heart
I can still feel your presence and
 the moments we shared

have bound  our loves and lives
together forever.
You are a part of me and always will be.
So although I cannot see you

You are with me
closer than breathing
within my very being.

 

 

 
Trevor Dicks

 
 

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything just right.

There will always be another day to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear

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

 

Tread gently near the tender souls
Who have lost a child
Who's hearts are bruised and bleeding.
For living comes slowly
With pain in every forward step.
Tears in every backward look.


So much love still flows for that special one
Arms reach out to hold and back to cling
But reach forward humbly
Fearful of forgetting 
Or being disloyal by going on
There is guilt in laughter
Feeling pleasure
Even being alive.


There are questions, longing, heartaches
But slowly, surely strength in our own time.
Not in an answer, not as forgetting
But as acceptance.
That this pain
This loss in ours
To live with and somehow
ours to use to help others
When we are farther along in our journey of grief
To help others
Who's journey of heartache as just begun

 

TODAY I  CRIED

...by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 -  2001

Today, I cried
Because you died.

Today, I smiled
For  just awhile.

Today, I laughed
And then I gasped.

Today, I  cried
Because I laughed.

© 2003 - Christine Ross

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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