I'm going to tell you something I hope you'll never have to know. I'll tell you how a heart can break And tears can constant flow. I lost my baby girl you see, An angel in my eyes God chose to take her hand one day And led her to the skies. But please do not forget my child She was a person too And forever she will live Inside of me and you. So, please don't ever tell me That time will heal my pain Because not even time Can bring her back again. Just tell me she is happy In that land way up above She's snuggled in an angels wings All wrapped in Mommy's love. Author Unknown
Friends may think that we have forgotten When at times they see us smile Little do they know the heartache That our smile hides all the while. Beautiful memories are wonderful They last till the longest day They never wear out, they never get lost And can never be given away. To some you may be forgotten To others a part of the past But to those who love and lost you Your memory will always last!! AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Like a flower still blooming, you live in our hearts. Like a candle still glowing, you exist in our minds. Like the very air we breathe in, we can never do without you. And just like a beautiful melody you are our never-ending song, a sweet serenade, muted on earth, but loudly heard by our souls. And as we face this mountain of grief, our tears become a fountain of love, soaring high into the heavens, arms stretched to embrace you !
When you lose a child Your whole world is shattered Your hopes & dreams are crushed Your heart is broken Your life is forever changed You feel as though you will never again find a moment of happiness And then one day you finally do smile again But suddenly you feel guilty As if you are somehow forgetting your angel And then you realize it was your precious child who gave you that smile Just to say "I love you"
Go and run free with the angels, Dance around the golden clouds, For the Lord has chosen you to be with him, and we should feel nothing but proud. Even though He has taken you from us, and our pain a lifetime will last. Your memory will never escape us, But make us glad for the time we did have. Your smiles will be forever hidden deep inside our hearts, And each moment you gave us never will depart. So go and run free with the angels, As they smile so tenderly, And please be sure to tell them to take good care of you... For me. Author Unknown
A child's a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space - Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one that to itself All seasons could control; That would have mock's the sense of pain Out of a grieved soul. Thou straggler into loving arms, Young climber-up of knees When I forget thy thousand ways Then life and all shall cease. Mary Lamb 1765-1847
I Will Always Love You Whitney Houston
Weeds My minds front yard is wild with weeds Fear, hurt, sorrow Will you help me pluck them out, Mop down despair, Plant seeds of peace. Watch flowers of joy Bloom in the spring of our lives? Sunil Shibad
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I Never Had A Chance I never had a chance, To kiss you one last time I never had a chance, To help you take that climb. I never had a chance, To hold you tight I never had a chance, To help you through the fight. I never had a chance, To say how I love you I never had a chance, To hear you say, I Love You Too. I never had a chance, To show you how I cared I never had a chance, To tell you I was scared. I never had a chance, To say Good-bye. Please Forgive Me, While I Cry. Author Unknown
When we have done all the work we were sent to do, we are allowed to shed our bodies, which imprisons our soul like a cocoon encloses the butterfly and when the time is right we can let go of it. Then we will be free of pain, free of fears and free of worries-- free as a beautiful butterfly returning home to God.... Elisabeth Kübler-Ross