O-n this Easter day God took you up to heaven.
L-ong days and nights followed, especially for your mummy who misses you with an
I-tensity that only a mother can. A
V-acant hole in her heart, forever longing for you.
I-nvisible threads of love will always bind you together, you are mummy's
A-ngel, who is always with her.
Remembering my niece Olivia who left this world twenty two years ago, aged three months.
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017
Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to God.
I thought I was really nobody special,
but He thought I was.
He thought I was a beautiful benevolent being,
Bright and celestial acting as a courier for Him
between Heaven and earth.
See there are different types of angels,
I happen to be the only "Divine Messenger".
And there I stood in paradise, praising,
dancing and singing with Him,
The Almighty glowed with all colors of the rainbow,
With prisms shining out of his hands,
with the maximum of whiteness,
Reflecting His loving arms.
One evening He came to me and expressed
His deep passion for mankind,
I noticed He was excited.
He said, "Soon there shall be a Man, made out of my blood,
a living sacrifice of My word and actions on earth. He shall be
the Savior of all people, and those who believe in Him shall see the Kingdom of Heaven."
When I heard this news I stood there in awe.
For the first time I saw God proclaiming that His
miracles would be performed by a man, His one true Son.
After that, he took me aside and gave me a very
special duty to perform. I was to be the messenger to proclaim to the world that born unto them would be a Savior. He said, "Shout to the world, Heaven and earth that a Son shall be born and
He Shall be named Jesus Christ of Nazareth."
I had strict directions from God.
He told me to prepare myself for my significance was great.
On the day of Christ's birth I was very busy.
I had to gather all the other angels.
The cherubs, archangels, celestial hierarchy's,
the searph's and lastly the guardian Angels.
I was His one and only Divine Messenger,
and what an important duty I had to fulfill!
All day I waited in anticipation of the night that would soon come,
The night our Lord was to be born unto the earth.
As I looked down and watched the sun slowly setting,
I knew it was almost time for me to fly below.
On my way down to Bethlehem,
I saw this star, so vivid the whole sky lit up and it radiated all
Throughout the world.
Following that star were three wise men
and I could see that they had many gifts for Jesus's mother and father, Mary and Joseph.
They were riding on donkey's so slow,
but they wouldn't let that star out of their sight.
When I arrived at the poor little manger,
I saw Mary and Joseph almost where Christ was to be born.
As they rode up I was pained to see how
much anguish Mary was going through. For she was special.
She was a virgin chosen to carry and deliver the one and only Son of God.
My halo was radiating the brightest colors of white's
and yellow's, with a tiny hue of pink.
For I was the angel created to watch and protect this crisp and magnificent Christmas night.
I said, "I have a message from the Almighty Father,
you two shall inherit the earth In thanksgiving for bringing
Jesus into this world. For because of you, all mankind Shall be saved and those who follow Him shall see the
Glory of God and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."
Mary just looked so exhausted and fatigued.
I knew she had but one more push. And then there was one last cry in agony and there He was, Jesus Christ!
I played my trumpet and violin in volumes so intense.
All the pain, suffering and sacrifice was worth it.
Shepherds starting walking up and bringing their
flocks to witness the biggest Miracle that has ever
been performed. Three wise men came up, knelt down while
bowing, bearing gifts of frankincense and myrrh.
I saw Joseph crying in joy and Mary smiling in amazement
at what had taken Place.
As she gazed down at her little boy she was overwhelmed with a feeling of wonder And admiration.
She looked at her loyal husband and he kissed her on her forehead as if it was the First time he kissed her.
I could just feel the glory in their hearts.
They have been waiting months for this day and it is finally here.
I have never seen something more spiritually awoken than
The souls of those two Proud parents.
Then we all looked up to the sky and that star
shined brighter and emitted all colors of the rainbow.
I am an angel, and I have never seen something
so spectacular in all my time revering God.
As the night carried on, more people from
Bethlehem noticed the star of wonder And you
should've seen all of them praising baby Jesus,
the newborn King....
I've been up here a very long time, in fact for eternity,
And I know in my heart nothing will ever compare.
Although, I did hear a little rumor that Jesus Christ
is coming back to earth real Soon.
I can't wait until all His followers meet with me a
and we can all glorify Him in Heaven forever...
Merry Christmas everyone...
Written: November 7, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!!
MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
I was growing there in you so eager to be born,
But God decided to take me to be with Him that morn.
Now I sit beside His throne with millions just like me;
Their mothers chose just to abort and not their baby see.
You were not like them at all, you waited for that day
When you would welcome me with love and not be in your way.
But God loves children very much regardless of their creed,
He said such were of kingdom there so I have met His need.
Though you are sad you never saw my smiling gentle face
There on the earth, you’ll see me here because of God’s great grace.
You’ll hold me for eternity in this land full of cheer,
So Mom, I just can hardly wait until I see you here!
This poem was written as comfort for my niece when she lost her second baby through miscarriage.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2014
Born in premature labor,
she is all exhausted and spent.
And rests in quiet slumber
a sweet angle heaven sent.
She looks just like her mother
and I thank God she's alive.
For it was a miracle
she beat the odds to survive.
She's lying next to my wife
whose smile cannot be contained.
Yet, though she is overjoyed
she is physically strained.
So I cradle our baby
lovingly within my arms.
And open up my heart to
her indisputable charms.
Her chest heaths rhythmically
within the embrace of sleep.
And as I caress her hair
it's a struggle not to weep.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Goodnight, sweet dreams
Are the last words I hear from you before I sleep
Can’t get you of my mind to fall asleep
The lines jumble
And we try to go back to sleep
Good night, sweet dreams
I hear your voice ringing once more before I sleep
Copyright © Asantewa Darko | Year Posted 2013
We learn our right from wrongs,
and maybe right from lefts,
as we go along.
Issues come up within developmental windows,
emerges from touching your older brother's stuff
and beginning to more wisely discern
what's mine from what's yours,
because when we are born,
we are born into everything is divinely
and diastatically nutritious us.
this too emerges even earlier,
this issue of distinguishing Ego from bio-progenetive AnthroMother.
When we are still in utero
we could not be Ego consciousness
from EcoEnvironnmental Diastatic(=,=)
Each DNA/RNA ecosystem born into dialectical-temporal lobe risk
of death threshold without ever having lived
into waiting cerebral cortex,
vacuous EgoLandscape of diastasis-entity,
balancing health over/against pathology of You=Me
could not equivalently
healthfully flow and function
into and out of
This is a difficult Win for Ego
this loss of mindbody ecosystemic nest,
Time forgetting Ego's Beloved EcoPresent
confluent former time
of pre-birth's absent bio-eco stress,
except for sounds of screaming climate change
and great biometric transitions of chaotic sound and pattern,
except for lack of Mother Manna's ecologically rich nutrients,
DNA prescribed for regenerative health,
to which we more positively return
to compost rich transparent ecosystemic soul of rich soil
mixed with clean abundant rivers of water,
nutritionally flowing movement's of Time's caress
over double-bound co-gravitating skin,
within as without time's restraints
elating empathic eco-function,
Prime Relational Fractal-Dialogos Octave NaturalSystemic Frequencies
of Harmony and Folding and Unfolding
Flowing and Functioning Formed Balance.
Many of these moral issues begin enculturing
across days of syntaxed light as health
and nights of dual-dark transparent AngryStomach within
and FearFilledDark without
dipolarity pathology Lose-Lose,
before we ever realize
that these Anthros are saying language
associated with life's rhythms
of positive and negative as warm v. cold,
light v. dark,
forgetting that in our RNA root iconic tradition,
it's all good in properly explicated,
natural-system neutral MidWay
Loving Positve-Synergetic Psychological Order
of Total BiCameral Fractal-Ecology of Seasonal Reason.
But, the issue of bicameral gender,
deviance from polymorphic polynomial
WinWin cerebral cortex non-differentiated harmony,
emerge well after
we have developed the capacity
to imagine what we hope will happen
over against what EcoRight MindBody
co-arises as nutritionally luscious sexual identity,
in full-fractal frame,
Prime Relationally WinWin
as +,+ OVER (-,-),
ReGenerative OVER DeGenerating DeComposition,
with all the right-timed full-octave polycultural diversity
ecologically and analogically implied,
temporal-neural aptic as empathic,
ecosystemic bicameral gender-language function
Time requires for Earth's global Rights of ReGenerativity.
When our Ego speaks positively
about what our Eco does not truly want,
or perhaps wants less or more of,
then Ego tends to loudly proclaim,
or more quietly and dissonantly repress,
influenced by cultural exegetical negativism
where EcoRight conscious eisegetical empathic intuition,
more dialectically polyfluent co-gravitation,
stretching ecoconsciousness of internal landscape's
bicameral cognitive dissonance into semi-consciousness,
sometimes felt defensively as hypocrisy
for not becoming
whom Ego more nobly and nutritionally
already is right now.
No wonder, then
it has been said
to remember being baby
if Ego would find Paradise,
before talk could be distinguished from positive yet not-not walk,
and love's embryonic Commons incubating peace
still belonged to all of us
AnthroTribal WinWin DNA-scripted Evolutionary Co-Messianic Players
of eco-normic cooperative Prime Political Universal Relationship
back to Original Intent Big Bang dense healthy co-gravitational syntax
as forward into (0)Mega MythicLogos PolyNomial Balance,
nutritiously CoPresent WinWin
healthy baby co-operative bicameral talk.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,
Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013
The first tear of joy
The first smile of life
The first words of thought
The first prayer to God
The glow upon their face
The lips that speak at Grace
The eyes of crystal glass
That see all in God's place
Look quickly, watch closely
For even in a glance
Carry it deeply and never forget
Know that there is Heaven in the face of every child.
T reams Dedicated to my sister: Leslie
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Das Ein Männlein
The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.
He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.
He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals.
Copyright © Kennedy Lea | Year Posted 2013
God Knew Me Before I Was Born!
God knew me, before I existed!
He was there, before my name was listed!
Before I was born, he had a divine plan!
He was there, before I reached out my hand!
Before I knew who I even was, or my name…
His life for mine, way why his son came!
Before I could put on my shoes and clothes…
He had called me! It was I… That he chose!
Before I was old enough to make up my own mind…
He was there waiting! So patient and kind!
Before I became an adult… I refused to believe!
Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive!
Before too long… I had my own family and home.
But then family left me... And I was alone!
Before God… I came, and cried and repented!
The inside of my mind felt confused
Before I really knew what was actually going on…
God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs!
Before the next day was coming about…
I found a new love and peace throughout!
Before God, I know that he’s changed me!
I have found a new life for eternity!
Won’t you come before God and accept him too?
You’ll never know what he can do for YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Babies are born everyday, some stay, and the others god takes away without
a warning leaving us in shambles and dismay. We ask as parents why does god
give and then take away?
God, our hearts are broken, our bodies are beaten, our mind is in shock and
confusion. We ask our father in heaven, why is it that we have to pay for
someone else penilty, for someone else retribution, for this is not a fair
My child of your children, for this is not a conviction. Let your healing began for
this was not because of your sin. Your child joins me in heaven, the place of the
forgiven. The place where wings are given.
For I am your child, for I know I was loved, the lord has chosen me from up
above. Don't cry mommy, don't cry daddy one day with out a maybe you will be
able to hold your angel baby.
Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2014
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013
Uncontrollable frenzy the moment I set out for the wool market
Ecstatic madness losing the teeny heart to bagfuls of double knit
Every year newer hues and textures in my over loaded box beds do warmly fit
My soul flies to the heavens on their strings as I knit in love, purl out pain, crafting
Intricate cable patterns on cuddly baby frocks, scarves, stoles, capes, and afghans
January 1, 2016
Contest : Wool
Sponsor: C. T.
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
In a world sometimes cruel and bleak
Two little jewels from heaven sneak a peak
They come down to earth on shooting stars
As they giggle and wiggle passing Jupiter and Mars
Two little gems with a heavenly glow
Who greet you with a smile and humbly so
They bring down joy and want us to know
That Love still pours down in heavens light show.
Jan.30.2016 (For my cousin Lori's twins...Abigail & Logan...born July 12 2015)
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
We softly whisper to each other in our cocooned womb of ours,
wishing for the world to see our colorful souls to emerge.
The calling, the urgency so great to break free
as we wrap our beautifully colorful wings around each other
hoping for one day to be set free.
Soon it will be time for us to fly because we are so needed
Down below we'll leave our essence of our wings of change
for all to see.
We know it's not understandable just yet but the Great Creator
above took our wings and blew His breath so we can fly high
like the Eagles in the sky.
We now are the Beautiful Butterfly Angels dancing across the
We will flutter around from here to there smiling down upon you
with such amazing grace, while our wings lightly touch so tenderly
upon your hand.
We are never far from you Mama, We are in the morning dew you see on a leaf,
we are dancing from flower petal to flower petal giggling along the way,
we are in the morning sunrise you see as the birds sing their lovely chorus
to you, we are the love that we felt the whole time through.
We Are Your Beautiful Butterfly Angels For Evermore.
Copyright © Angela Roark | Year Posted 2015
I'm sitting here thinking,
thinking about the day.
The day my Lord Jesus Christ,
carried my baby angel away.
Then I think my baby angel sings,
no sorrow, only laughter and play.
While our Lord God Highest of High,
The Almighty leads and lights the way.
Holding the hand of Jesus Christ,
my baby angel walks golden streets.
I miss my little angel and one day,
One day in glorious heaven we will meet.
A day I will praise and rejoice,
My soul will see your face.
We'll be together forever and I'll never,
again feel so out of place.
By Carrie Cheek
Copyright © Carrie Cheek | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Joey And Mother
Mothers are a gift from the heavens above
All through life they share their love
Mothers are the greatest creation
They are what they are and need no explanation
From that first day starts a new life of love and joy
They do anything to protect their baby girl or boy
They walk around as proud as can be
They want to shout look I have a life inside me
Bigger and bigger she gets as time goes by
Some suffer from pain and they cry
There love is so strong that they can bear the pain
They suffer and pray that it all was not in vain
The greatest day on earth has come
With some pain and pushing you are now a mom
You have suffered a lot and sometimes cried
But now it is over and with a baby at your side
Now the easy part is over and your baby is here to stay
You become a doctor a lawyer different people everyday
You protect and raise them through the years
With love joy and even some tears
Now their grown and its time for them to leave
You think back over the years while you grieve
Even thou they are gone and hardly call you
They may not write but they do love you
Mothers belong on a pedestal with the word rare
From the first day till the last they always care
Mothers are and will always be
The greatest any world will ever see
When it is her time to go to heavens place
She is sent back to earth wearing a new face
Over and over a mother they be
To give love to their new baby
Back and forth from heaven to earth
With love and joy and giving birth
Mothers are not one of a kind
They are all the same with love in mind
With love in there heart from heaven they come
Before you move on let me say I love you mom
Copyright © Michael Gelb | Year Posted 2010
I dreamed of her
Honey, I dreamed of her
It was something great
I'm anxious to know of it
Our daughter is in heaven
Copyright © Ileane Ogilvie | Year Posted 2014
A daughter is a heavenly gift,
Sent from up above,
Full of enightment and joy,
And she will always remain,
Your little girl,
And as beautiful as a dove.
If your blessed with a boy,
He is a blessing from God,
To be as handsome as his father,
To remind you of the days,
So, hold him closely and teach him well,
That he will know your ways.
No matter which one you have,
Whether it be a boy or a girl,
They are both heavenly gifts,
From up above,
Which may seem like,
A test from time to time,
However, always try to,
Remember the main thing,
You were blessed,
With a precious gift from God.
Not everyone has this gift,
And they become very heartless in life,
From time to time,
Cause they are jealous,
Of the people who are blessed,
With this precious gift from God,
So, they become hatred,
From time to time,
Instead of admiring the precious gift,
Which is a greater time in life,
And that is their greatest test.
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2014
Often. I have uttered these words to myself
Your feminity has entranced my manhood
My vision is focused on your subject matter
A quick study of a woman's psychology
I feel you with my mind, and touch you with my eyes
Senses are heightened in your very presence
Soon, I will utter the ultimate words of encouragement
Constant admiration for your hidden strengths
Instant chemistry between us has changed our biology
Soon, I will hold you tight and recite the following;
Baby, I love you
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2017
My heart is heavy and my soul aches,
I didn't know I was carrying you but it was too late.
I was crushed when that plus line showed through,
For that was the sign I had lost you.
I will never get the chance to hear your heartbeat,
Or see the outline of your little hands and feet.
I think about you often and try to not let the sadness show,
I know I must be strong through the highs and lows.
We never got the chance to meet and we don't have a birthday to celebrate,
Yet, I know I'll meet you one day in front of heaven's gate.
Copyright © Nicole Owen | Year Posted 2013
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came???
What if Christmas never happened?
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different!
It wouldn’t be the same!
What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!
If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”
It’s almost like this now!
It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
“Christ out of Christmas!”
Why does it seem like Christmas is
losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,”
seem to be quickly disappearing!
Many say; “Happy Holiday.”
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….
We need to put Jesus Christ back into
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason!
May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth!
Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now!
All over this great nation!
May we bring to him a heart of love
for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son!
May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum
Even as the salty tears began to flow
Standing all alone
As the Heavens rains began to pour
Yet still, he played
With somber upon his face
While the world about him
Continued to fade away....
Drumsticks made of flames
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings
Amid, todays, shades....
He played and he played and he played
But no one wanted to dance
Because no one could hear, or see
Nor, did they ever understand?
Standing all alone
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days
While humanity bathed, within its moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Underneath the blinking sun!
Living, but dying....
Within these evaporating dreams
But still, he played, rap tap tap
As the end of tears, continued to fall
Yet, again, they could not see, nor did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?
Though some did, oh, how they loved him so....
The Little Drummer Boy!
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
It is me, your tiniest ward.
And though I have been here such a short while,
There is a list of prayers I have already compiled.
Though I am only a few hours old,
The absence of your presence in my mother's heartbeat has left me so cold!
Please watch over my Mom and Dad,
Whatever happens I never want to see them sad.
Please take care of all sisters and brothers,
And every one of your angels' papas and mothers.
Let all people, no matter creed or race, get along,
For war has ravaged this earthly paradise for far too long.
Protect the weak and make them strong,
And if you must admonish your children do so kindly in order to teach them right from wrong.
Protect our pets with your gentle hands,
Let there be food aplenty in all your lands.
Protect and carry the children you so kindly made,
Shed your inner light on all who are afraid.
Let your children know that all they need to do is speak your name to know peace,
And please let all the violence against your children cease.
Please take care of all your daughters and sons,
And grant them peace and love by the tons.
One more thing before I go,
While I still feel your magnificent glow...
If it is not too much to ask, protect me too, though now I may seem small I the scheme of things,
I am not quite ready to once again don my angel's wings.
Until we speak again,
I will remain your truest and tiniest friend,
And until the next, I say with all the love I can muster, Amen!
Copyright © brandy uptain | Year Posted 2016
My hero is my son
Two and half years old with fun
Provides pleasure me more than heaven
When he runs in park tumbling on
Remembrance of him since his born
Numerous assumptions about his grown
I am his father having dream of his success
Rear and cure, educate best of the best
Lily wags tail and stands before him
Son stretches little palm to touch him
Lily runs to catch ball again and again
My son giggles enjoying its run
Such type of bliss is real in life
When kid remains without fault of choice
My hero is my that tiny son
I can control him imbibing fun.
Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2017
Just the other day
a scene caught my eye
parents picking flowers for the grave of a child
tears filled my eyes as I realized
this was the only gift for Christmas they could by
but we have hope in gloryland
someday we'll meet again
what a glad reunion that will be
no more pain and strife
or loss from this life
yes, we have hope
over in glory land
I have a baby
in heaven you see
and the angels are holding that baby for me
somedays I cry , then I stop and realize
Heaven is just a sweeter place for me
I have family
and loved ones
waiting over there just for me
and I know they are sick no more
Then I start thanking Jesus
for The Precious price He paid
thanks to Him I have heaven to look for.
Copyright © Treasa Jarvis | Year Posted 2011
I dreamed of my dog that had passed away
She came to visit me just this very day
And told me of a tale about where she has been
Up in God’s heaven barking at the strangers again
She told me how she sleeps at night
On soft billowing clouds in angels arms safe from fright
She said she watches down on me from heaven above
And that it is me her dear owner that she still loves
Her days she said are spent guarding heaven
From anyone that has not been forgiven
Her water she drinks from streams lined with gold
And she always stays the same age and never grows old
She told me that her and her animal friends
Play and chase each other until the day ends
The meadows are full of sheep and other animals that all get along fine
And in God’s eyes every single one is divine
She told me not to be afraid when my day comes
Because she assured me she would greet me with her big tongue
And that when I got there we would play together forever more
With no fear or worries just love galore
No matter how long she told me she would wait for me
And not to forget her favorite ball which when I would throw she would always retrieve
I thanked her for setting my mind at ease
And made her promise this was not a tease
She thanked me for all the good times
And looks forward to the day when I could scratch her ears again and make her feel fine.
By Michael James Kolter
Copyright © MICHAEL KOLTER | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Mommies little angel,
Growing ever so sweetly in me,
Expecting you in months from now,
Counting down to the day you're handed to me
Not knowing that it would all be gone,
We held on to hope We prayed to God,
We let it all be in his hands,
We waited for his will to be done
He chose to take you,
He needed you more,
Mommies little angel,
In me you grow no more
The pain of your loss,
Forever in our hearts,
This empty feeling,
A big piece missing from our hearts
But we know you are with him,
God will love you everyday,
Hold you...carry you...sing to you
Until mommy and daddy reunite with you one day
We may not have you here with us,
But we will be together,
Up there in heaven we will meet,
Where everything lasts forever
Mommies little angel,
You will always be,
Forever we will carry you,
In our memories
** My sweet little angel, daddy and I weren't able to bring you into this world because God needed you more, but know that we wanted you with all our hearts and that we will meet when we reunite in heaven, this is by far the hardest thing we have ever gone thru, but know that we will never forget you, we will remember you were with us even if it was for a short time, I will never forget the joy I felt in my heart when I saw the test result said positive. We love you always little angel and we know you will forever be watching over us. <3 mommy, daddy, sister & your 3 brothers.
Copyright © Liya Gonzalez | Year Posted 2015
This awful year full of nothing put fearful tears, finally is drained 5 feeet in mud, a shiny bright cold night will be another lucky year.
well said we made it through it after all .
I seen you crawl, I see you trey to walk.
Your ups and down's its alright you know your mama will hold you tight .
just another boo boo, you can always get back up and try .
Another day baby girl you are finally almost four year's old , seems like time spun by.
i miss making you bottles and sitting around waiting around for you to wake up from your crib oh most of all your sweet hugs of victoy faith ..
angel girl you laugh through it all . Your fears are invisible, to me im fearful.
behind your laugh i will wonder if you are really ok . im sorry if i didnt do enough i have always tried . The older you get seems like the more you are starting to drift apart . one day evrything will fade cloudy like fog close your eyes slowly walk through that swirl your hands are yoyr gear, you will know how to be here .
your first day off to school , rideing that bus , you cried i will never forget that lil face you had saying .(i want mama ). aww we both cried like we was tied up in the spinning oceans water trying to get back on the land we know.
you have a very tough personality you dont show your weakness you are so sweet.
my lil humble bee.
i couldnt have asked god for a beautiful, smart, tricky , go get em lil baby angel you changed so many peoples lifes, we both do angel bee, its usually you and me .
may this year bring you anything and everything your prescious kind heart desires you desrve every bit of it. dont give up keep on smileing and talking beautiful smart angel god sent from his heaven's doors.you will eventually walk and into your own misssion in life , i can say for me mine was worth everything life itself even something a millionaire could not desire 2016 have strength also hope never forget inside your heart know your mama's love for you will always be inside your heart too .aangel bee of mine be blesed and kind througout this life its hard not easy , but im sure you will always be busy doing the right things in life that make you who you are love and faith will take you far kind of like sitting in the grass picking through beautiful flowers on a golden day of our grace. angels whispers love throughout your day . i love you have a blessed day lil angel bee.
Copyright © ashley rainwater | Year Posted 2017