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The Seashore Breeze
When walking along the shore,
With the breeze upon your face,
There's someone whispering to you,
From a far away place...
Listen very carefully
Then, you will hear,
A little boys sweet giggle
Telling you he's near
So close your eyes & listen,
Dig your toes into the sand
& don't be shocked or startled
As he takes you by the hand.
You will feel your spirits rising,
Lifting to the sky,
Look into your sons eyes
& realise you can fly!
You soar around together
Laughing very loud.
You hug & kiss each other
Then settle on a cloud.
"Ive missed you so much Mummy
& my Daddy too,
I still have Daddy's chin,
But I really look like you.
I’m sorry I had to leave you
I couldn't win the fight.
I come & kiss the family
When you all sleep at night".
Then you'll wake upon the sand
Your body feels at ease,
You can feel Max run through you
Along the seashore breeze.
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I'll be there
Daddy please don’t look so sad, Mummy please don’t cry.
Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies.
Please, try not to question god, don’t think he is unkind.
Don’t think he sent me to you, and then he changed his mind.
You see I am a special child, and I’m needed up above.
I’m the special gift you gave to him, I’m a product of your love.
I'll always be there with you, and watch the sky at night.
Just find the brightest gleaming star, that's my halo shining light.
You'll see me in the morning frost, that mists your window pane.
That's me in all the summer showers, dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze, from a gentle wind that blows.
That's me, I'll be there, planting kisses on your nose.
When you see a child that's playing and your heart feels a tug.
That's me, I'll be there giving your heart a hug.
So Daddy please don't look so sad, and Mummy please don't cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus, and he sings me lullabies
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Our brother
How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try again to see a face
You never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
Who never got to live,
When there's nothing to feel good about
And nothing to forgive?
I love you, little brother.
You're a person of the wind,
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been.
I love you, little brother,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through my lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
You ever can be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn?
Ah! My little brother,
You lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain,
And then, like yours, it's done.
I love you, little brother,
Just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
The angel of my tears.
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A Father's Grief
It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry"
and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom do they take his hand,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave~
He lost his baby too.
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God's Lent Child
I'll lend you for a while a child of mine, God said,
for you to cherish while he lives, and mourn for when he is dead.
It may be months or even years, a hour or two or three,
but will you till I call him, come look after him for me?
He'll bring you love to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
you'll have the sweetest memory as solace for your grief,
I can not promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
but loves a lesson taught below, I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in search of teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lane, I have chosen you!
Now will you give him all your love, nor think your labour vain,
Nor hate me when I came to take this lent child back again?
I fancy that I heard them say 'Dear God, Thy will be done,'
For all the joys this child will bring the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
And for all the happiness we've ever known, we'll ever grateful stay.
But should the angels call him much sooner than we'd planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
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Poems
Over the rainbow, way up high,
past fluffy white clouds the angel babies fly.
With the sun's golden rays shining bright overhead,
tumble and bumble they bounce out of bed.
Good morning, sun! The day has begun!
With delicate wings and sweet little faces,
they dance and they play and they race flying races.
Then, swooping and looping down through a cloud,
or sliding and riding and singing out loud,
wiggle and giggle some fast and some slow,
the angel babies fly to the earth down below.
Not everyone knows this, but truly it's true --
little angel babies have big jobs to do!
In gardens and meadows, they coax forth the flowers
with sunlight and love and gentle rain showers.
In fields and forests they spread soft white wings,
sharing kindness and joy with all living things.
Small animal babies in quiet green places
rejoice in warm smiles from sweet angel faces.
In backyards and baskets, on fireside rugs,
small creatures are cuddles in soft angel hugs.
Soon evening is bright with red-orange light,
and day slowly fades to make way for the night.
As good little children curl up in their beds,
the angels bring sweet dreams to young sleepyheads.
Then the sound of a horn only angels can hear
calls out to them all -- here and there, far and near.
It beckons them back from wherever they roam:
Work is done for the day! Now it's time to go home.
Blinking and winking, bright stars in the sky
twinkle and shine as the angels fly by -- so softly singing a sweet lullaby.
Yawning and stretching, they climb in their beds.
Cloud blankets warm bodies, cloud pillows rest heads.
Snuggled in tight with the moon shining bright
sleep tight, sweet dreams, good night.
Good night, angel babies.
Good Night.
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