I was browsing through some cards when I came across this and I thought of Corey.  His Daddy bought me a star this Christmas and it's named after him, so he is a little star and it's official.

Heavenly Star

When God turns out the lights at night

He looks down to make sure,

We've enough light until morning

And if he thinks that we need more,

He adds another star or two

From his little store

And when they need replacing

He reaches down for more.

The stars are all his children

He's taken from below,

He doesn't tell us which are ours

We never, ever know.

So if you find you have the chance

No matter where you are.

Look up at the sky tonight

It's got a brand new star.

Alan G

At long last Corey's website is beginning to take shape.  It really has been a labour of love and very rewarding to watch our Little Hero's life unfold.  It will be a joy to share him with all our friends and family. Keep checking for updates. There's plenty more to come.

Thanks to all his visitors messages in his Guestbook.  It's very exciting every time we get a new one.  To know that someone has taken the time to get to know Corey and to leave such touching messages.

Many thanks to Michelle & Nigel (Bailey's Parents) Without you both all this would not have been possible.

Please feel free to leave your own personal message for Corey.

Bye for now

Sonia

xxxxxx

This is a poem which I wrote just last month.  This is for all those people who have ever made thoughtless comments or have never stopped to give any consideration to those of us who have ever lost a baby.  Even when we get on with life and on the surface we may smile, deep down we are in so much pain.  Walk a mile in our shoes and maybe then you might get an insight into how a bereaved parent feels every day in life.

The Journey

Can I take you on a journey?

Will you take a walk with me?

I'd like to help you understand

What a day feels like for me.

I feel that I must warn you,

Right from the very start.

This journey's far from easy

And not for the faint at heart..

There are no maps to guide us

Or markers on the way.

Many other souls have walked it

And got lost along the way.

Many times I've fallen

And couldn't get back up.

"I just can't do this anymore,

Please make this journey stop."

"I'm tired and weary

My heart is full of pain.

Please don't let me walk

This loney road again."

Then through the blackest, darkest cloud

A ray of light shone down.

Before me stood an Angel

And he offered me his hand.

He said, "I'll help you Mummy

Come take a walk with me.

I'll light the path before you,

So that you can see."

"No matter where you go,

No matter what you do.

You need not walk this path alone,

I'll always be with you."

"I'll walk the paths of life with you,

Forever and a day

And anytime you need me

I'm never far away."

So my friend, when you see me

And I say, "I'm doing fine."

The pain of this long journey

I hide behind my smile.

And now you've walked this path with me

I hope you'll understand.

Sometimes, when I stumble

I just need a helping hand.

Sonia Brown

 Good Night!

I can't reach out to comfort you, or hold your tiny hand.

The precious dreams I held, can't be fulfilled the way I planned.

Sometimes, I say a little prayer in hope, perhaps I might,

Have one last chance to tuck you in, before I say, "Goodnight."

So much I would have shared with you, but as we had to part

There's just an empty silence which echoes in my broken heart.

This was the insertion we put in the Spectator for the anniversary of Corey's death.                                                                                                  

I wrote this for Corey's first birthday as I wanted him to know how much we love and miss him.

I sang a Happy Birthday and sent it will all my love,

To my wee precious, Corey, in Heaven up above.

I prayed to the Angels to keep him in their care

And cradle him in their loving arms, as Mommy can't be there.

Our special little Angel was sent to touch our hearts,

To fill our lives with love and joy before we had to part.

He was lent to us from Heaven above, but sadly wasn't given

And on the day God called him home a part of us went with him.

Happy 1st Birthday Corey

Hugs and kisses

Mummy, Daddy, Dean, Curtis & Eden

xxx

This is another poem which I wrote coming up to Christmas.  I felt the loss of Corey particularly difficult at this time of year.  It symbolises a time for family for me and I think the fact that a special little someone would be missing from the celebrations made Christmas very upsetting.

Emptiness

Empty arms

A broken heart

A sllent flow of tears.

As every day I look around

And realise you're not here.

Your first smile I will never see

Or hear your gentle sigh.

Or feel your fingers curl round mine

Or hear your hungry cry.

Gone are all  my hopes and dreams

I'm drowning in my sorrow.

I ask the Lord to give me strength

To face each new tomorrow.

I wish that you were here with me

If only for one day

There's so much I want to tell you

So much I need to say.

To tell you how much I love you

As only a mother can

And how proud I feel to have known you

My precious little man.

No-one can take away our special bond

We had with one another

You will always be my precious baby boy

And I will always be your Mother.

In the still of the night

I'm all alone

The whole world lies there sleeping

There's a Mother who misses her brave little boy

A Mother lies here weeping.

My Dad is a Survivor.

My Dad is a survivor too...

Which is no surprise to me.

He's always been like a lighthouse

That helps you cross a stormy sea.

But I walk with my Dad each day

To lift him when he's down.

I wipe the tears he hides from others.

He cries when no-one's around.

I watch him sit up late at night,

With my pictures in his hand.

He cries as he tries to grieve alone,

And wishes he could understand.

My Dad is like a tower of strength.

He's the greatest of them all.

But there's times when he needs to cry....

Please be there when he falls.

Hold his hand or pat his shoulder....

And tell him it's okay

Be his strength when he's sad.

Help him mourn in his own way.

Now, as I watch over my precious Dad

From Heaven up above...

I'm so proud that he's a survivor

And I can still feel his love.

Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux

Dedicated to any man who has lost his child.