Small Voices

Standing in Heaven
                                  a small voice calling my name
                                          the image is small
                                     I'm sorry God needed me 
                                    my child who was not born




by Michael J Falotico
Dedicated to all who have
lost a child before or after
birth...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kendrick Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 6:25 PM
Congrats on your win..Yes, they are in heaven..Sara
Johnson Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 5:27 PM
Congratulations MIchael. I have suffered such loss and I thank you for your words. Love, Joyce
Maverick Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 2:49 PM
Good to see your win with this delicate subject Michael; (hard to say more)
Sweetheart Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 1:29 PM
congrats Michael on a grand win luv for this elegant tender touching write.. taking it very personally as well luv.. JG forever and always xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Brown Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 5:52 AM
Congratulations for your win in P.D.'s get well soup contest Michael. Love, Carol
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
March 13, 2012 at 2:24 AM
Heartfelt Michael this happend to my husband and I you never really et over it . Congratulations on your place xx
A   Avatar
March 12, 2012 at 11:12 PM
MICHAEL., , Congratulations! with your wonderful soup poem. I'm feeling much better now. LOL... except the folks around me. I got Nate and my granddaughter sick. SHAME ON ME! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING my contest ;-) I much enjoyed your entry, ~ always*PD
Guzzi Avatar
February 23, 2011 at 3:04 PM
a true heart! Thanks Mike I lost a baby girl...Light & Love
A   Avatar
February 15, 2011 at 7:33 PM
wow! what a movement from your heart.. you are truly the warmest person on the soup.. I will hold this image in mind,, when i need the comfort.. I know many in this situation,, and I am one myself.. A sweet child waiting on the other side is what I long for,,,, Michael,, and thanks always for your nice and sweet comments.. God bless you,..p.d.
Dietrich Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 11:07 PM
This is a moving poem, Michael. I like the small voice,small image, that child is an angel there waiting for you!
Pettit Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 3:13 PM
Although this is a sad poem, it is written well. You may have some people on this site shedding tears after they read this.
Poet Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 11:50 AM
Very emotional,painful write Michael.
Haick Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 11:06 AM
Oh Michael, this has brought tears to my eyes. But I'm sure that you know, there is a reason for everything though sometimes we don't know why, but you and your Rossana will taste the joy again with your son...and the next time it will be forever! He's safe from this sometimes, wretched place in a place where no one and nothing can ever touch him again! God bless you both, my friend! Much love, Annalise
Ruebel Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 10:58 AM
Hello Michael, This is such a beautiful thought on such a sad theme. Your writing is full of passion and love, thank you for this. I am among your dedications. My heart is there for you if you are one of us. Lov, Shar
Locksley Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 10:52 AM
Very sad Michael. There are a lot of parents who lose unborn children. I'm sorry if this happened to you. It must be heartbreaking.
Fraser Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 8:46 AM
Heartfelt poem Michael. It sure shows how lucky we are to live to be old. Have a lovely weekend....:)
Onclaud Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 4:38 AM
deeply moved, michael.. i adore children and they are angels now! amazing! :) huggs,nette
Sweetheart Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 11:56 PM
Sensitive and touching Michael and well received by your Jersey Girl who has lost a son at 5 months old and two other unborn children in miscarriages too all boys..luv.. appreciate the emotional sentiments it took to pen this creation so dear .. my W.K. thankxx your Jersey Girl so appreciates with luv.. and that Roseanna ..she is my best friend and totally understands where I went with my Tarzan poem..luv.. glad u both enjoyed and had a good laugh too.. Ron is still hysterical.. a parody on him
Neels Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 10:02 PM
This is a real beauty in it's purest forms MJF... I am sure this one resonate with many who read it.. Love from a sunny morning
Heckman Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 9:40 PM
thank you for sharing your grief into art Julie
Mehta Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 6:09 PM
it's very deep emotional and moving write, michael. You have the poet's heart no doubt about it.
Marcum Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 5:02 PM
One day, "You & 'Your Beautiful Child," shall be forever re-united within "Paradises, 'Neverending Beauty & Love!!!'" ~ Smile, 'thank You' for the kind com my dear friend; much appreciated and, I shall fave this Soul stirrings painting within, "The Name of, 'Beautiful Love.'" ~ love, Always, christopher ~
Marcum Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 4:56 PM
This reminds myself of, Eric Claptons song after experiencing the lose of his precious son which I Am certain left a rift within his own priceless heart as, I Am sure Your own, "My 'Dear Gifted & Precious Friend, Michael J. Falotico!!!'" ~ The song You may remember, titled, "Tears In Heaven" ~ I Am regretful for Your Priceless Hearts loss and, I extend my deepest sympathy amid wishes that ~ cont:)
Puddifoot Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 3:54 PM
excellent tanka, this resonates with me deeply and personally...
Kendrick Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 3:06 PM
Good one..It brings tears to my eyes in that I have experienced a miscarriage..Good luck in the contest with this sure winner..Different approach for sure..Your presence at my work brought me a ray of sunshine..Sara
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