Little Angels

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 rosebud before it can grow old
God knows how much we need them, and 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 "Good-bye"
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children. Angels are hard to find.

Author Unknown
Submitted by Katrina & Francis Rapposelli
In Loving Memory of Christina Elise
Stillborn October 20, 1996

I Miss Him

I miss him, the babe, the first born

In his personality he taught me real joy

I could not see his laughter or his smile

But I knew his happiness

I knew my son, my first-born boy.

I miss him my dream come true.

All the years of planning,

All the hopes of what and when

He would be came forth in him,

My beautiful boy with his eyes of brown*.

I miss him, the one I held that January* afternoon*,

No breath could I feel but yet I knew how alive he was.

Memories do not die nor do golden angels.

I'll remember him always

My babe, My son, my first born

~Phyllis Adams

* some words to the poem was changed to benefit Tristan,

*brown was blue

*January was August

*afternoon, was morn...

Oh Mother, My Mother

Oh Mother, my mother
I touch your tears,
Invisible fingers soothing your skin
I know you think of me so often
In the day, in the night, in your dreams
Going inot an empty nursery
Knowing I’ll never be there
But I am…in your heart, in your soul,
I shall always be
For you gave so unselfishly of yourself
Inside of you, you created
Such a world for me
A world of laughter, of love
Of sadness, of sorrow
Every emotion people come to know
You shared with me.
And even though I may never feel your arms around me
I felt your heart beating,
Like a lullaby, singing me to sleep.
And your spirit giving me a safe haven
Already protecting me, nurturing me
Preparing me for things to come
But sometimes the journey of life pulls souls apart
And yes, I had to go on to another place.
I wish I could stay
I wish this was a decision I could make
And I know you do too.
Know this, wherever you are:
I will always remember
that yours was the first love
the first joy, the first soul
I will ever know
You gave me courage to
Go on in my journey
I hope I can do the same for you
Your heart beat will always call me to you.

Author: Theresa Cochrane