Chloe Louise Dally

God makes little children
He makes them every day
And though He loves them dearly
He gives them all away.

He gives each to an angel
And says take baby down
To such and such a mother
In such and such a town.

Or such and such a cottage
In such and such a place.
He gives the angel with it
A big soul full of grace.

God does so love those children
It's all that He can do
To let the Angel take them
But he loves the mother's too.

And so he says I'll lend you
This little one of mine
The angel folds it's love
About the special gift divine.

The angel watches over
The child both day and night
So glad to see that lovely soul
All shining in God's light

God makes so many children
And every now and then
He seems to want one specially
We don't know why or when

He whispers to its Angel
Bring the child back to me
The angel sees a lovely sight
That someday we may see

It sees the souls of mothers
And fathers in God's light
Offering him tiny children
Whose souls are shining bright

God does so love those children
Whos souls are never dim
And how he loves those parents
Who give them back to him.
~ Author unknown

Sarah North

December 4, 2008

an angel lent but not given, to grow on earth but bloom in heaven. my thoughts are with you. love from kayleigh's mummy

Judy Shaw

September 24, 2008

Heaven's Child

I would not like for you to cry
It's just a part of life to die
I know you miss me and you're sad
But dying isn't something bad.

I'm only just beyond your sight
I've gone with Angels to the light
I send to all of you my love
From Heaven's gardens up above.

I like it here, I'm having fun
And I am with The Holy One
I am sitting on His knee
With Jesus watching over me.

So many souls I knew before
Were waiting here at Heaven's Door
To welcome me with open arms
And keep me safe and make me warm.

So when you think of me please smile
For I will see you in a while
Trust the Lord, don't ask Him why
He wants me here to paint the sky

With rainbows, clouds and shining lights
To brighten days and warm your nights
Remember what I said before
Please don't cry for me any more.

I am Heaven's Child, you see
I play with Angels surrounding me
I can fly with the speed of thought
To be with you when you think I'm not

So please remember I love you
And I know you love me too
And even now, while we're apart
I'm still right here ... I'm in your heart.

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum

November 6, 2007

footprints

one night a man had a dream
in which he walked along the sand
and beside him walked the lord
who held him by the hand
suddenly scenes from his life
began to flash across the sky
and with his every footprint
he saw the lords nearby
then his heart became despondent
for, when troubled times hed seen
there was only one set of footprints
where before two sets had been seen
so he said to the lord
why wern,t you at my side
at those times when i needed you
as my friend and my guide?
the lord answered kindly,
the footprints that you see
are those times when i carried you
and they were made by me


barbara laing

Mum To Joseph And Christopher

November 6, 2007

x X x

Thinking of you little missy!!

I hope your gonna be wrapped up warm tonight, there will be lots of early fireworks so enjoy the pretty lights, you'll have the best view up there!! Have fun with Alyshia and Bobbi-Lou.

Lots of Love xxxx

Mummy Orme (Friend)

November 3, 2007

POEMS for parents.

My Mum is a survivor,

Or so I've heard it said.

But I can hear her crying at night,

When all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night,

And go to hold her hand.



She doesn't know I'm with her,

To help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach,

That never wash away...

I watch over my surviving mum,



Who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...

A smile of disguise!

But through Heaven's door I see,

Tears flowing from her eyes.

My mum tries to cope with death,

To keep my memory alive.



But anyone who knows her knows,

It is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mum,

Through Heaven's open door...

I try to tell her that angels,

Protect me forevermore.



I know that doesn't help her...

Or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her...

And show her that you care.



For no matter what she says...

No matter what she feels,

My surviving mum has a broken heart,

That time won't ever heal.

***************************

A Dad Hurts Too


People don't always see the tears a dad cries,

His heart is broken too when his child dies.

He tries to hold it together and be strong,

Even though his world's gone wrong.



He holds his partner as her tears fall,

Comforts her through it all,

He goes through his day doing what he's supposed to do,

But a piece of his heart has been ripped away too.



So when he's alone he lets out his pain,

And his tears come like falling rain,

His world has crashed in around him,

And a world that was once bright has gone dim.



He feels he has to be strong for others,

But Dads hurt too, not just the Mothers,

He searches for answers but none are to be found,

He hides behind a mask when he is feeling down.



He smiles through his tears,

He struggles and holds in his fears,

But what you see on the outside is not always real,

Men don't always show how they really feel.



So I'd like to ask a favor of you,

The next time you see a mother hurting

over the loss of her child,

please remember.....a Dad hurts too.



Hope these are a comfort to you...they are to us.

R.I.P. Little one. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sara Lee (Passer by & mum to an Angel)

October 17, 2007