Angel Wings.

A precious angel slipped away,

No one heard a cry.

No time for Dad or Mom to sing me lullabies.

My time with you was much too short,

I had to leave too soon.

But love had joined us as I grew

Inside my Mommy's womb.

It wove it's way within our hearts,

In all our hopes and dream.

Until the very purest love became my tiny wings.

Although I could not stay with you,

I knew right from the start,

That once you felt your angel's love,

You'd keep me in your hearts.

I'm just a little angel but time was not in vain.

As dark clouds that surround you,

Give way unto the sun.

My precious parents you will see

That any heart will sing.

If only for a moment, it is brushed by angel wings.

By Jean Rozon

My Mom Is A Survivor

My Mom is a survivor,

Or so I've heard it said.

But I can hear her crying

When all others are in their bed.

I watch her lay awake at night

And I go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her

To help her understand.

But like the sands upon the beach

That never wash away....

I watch over my surviving Mom,

Who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others....

A smile of disguise.

But through Heaven's door

I see tears flow from her eyes.

My Mom tries to cope with my death

To keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her

Knows it's her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving Mom

Through Heaven's open door.

I try to tell her

Angels protect me evermore.

I know that doesn't help her...

Or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, talk to her...

And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...

No matter what she feels...

My surviving Mom has a broken heart

That time won't ever heal.

By Kaye Des'Ormeaux.

The Cord

We are connected.

My child and I, by

An invisible cord

Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord

That connects us til birth.

This cord can't be seen

By any on Earth.

This cord does it's work

Right from the start.

It binds us together

Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there

Though no-one can see.

The invisible cord

From my child to me.

The strength of this cord

Is hard to describe.

It can't be destroyed

It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord

Man could create.

It withstands the test

Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,

Though you're not here with me.

The cord is still there

But no-one can see.

It pulls at my heart

I am bruised... I am sore.....

But this cord is my lifeline

As never before.

I am thankful that God

Connects us this way.

A Mother and Child,

Death can't take it away.

Author Unknown

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 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 realise God loves children.

Angels are hard to find.

Author Unknown

 A Mother's Love.

A Mother's love is something

That no-one can explain.

It is made of deep devotion

And of sacrifice and pain.

It is endless and unselfish,

Enduring come what may.

For nothing can destroy it

Or take the love away.

It is patient and forgiving

When all others are forsaking

And it never fails or falters

Even though the heart is breaking.

It believes beyond all believing

When the world around condemns.

It glows with all the beauty of the

Rarest, brightest gems.

It is far beyond defining.

It defies all explanation

And it still remains a secret

Like the mysteries of creation.

A many splendoured miracle,

Man cannot understand

And another wonderour evidence

Of God's tender, building hand.

Author Unknown

This is a poem which was given to us on the day of Corey's funeral by a friend of ours, Alfie.

One night I cried to Jesus, as I sat beneath a tree.

I looked into the open sky and hoped he'd answer me.

Please light the way and lead me Lord,

I need to get back home.

I told him of my burdens and the sadness in my heart,

I'd never felt so alone or so far apart.

Why did you take my child, Lord?

I cannot understand.

No longer can I touch his face, or hold his precious hand.

I'm angry Lord, I'm missing him.

I'm drowning in my sorrow.

Lord, help me heal my yesterdays

And face each new tomorrow.

It was then I heard his voice and felt his presence near.

How I wanted to hold him as I cried another tear.

He said, "Mum, I'm an Angel now, my spirit it is free,"

"I'm an Angel in Heaven now so please don't cry for me."

"I was chosen by our Lord above and now I'm in his care,"

"When you need me, look inside your heart,"

"I promise to be there."

"No-one can ever take away our bond with one another,"

"For I will always be your precious child,"

"As you will be my mother."

"So if you cannot find your way,"

"Or the road home seems too far."

"Just look up to the heavens, I will be your twinkling star."

He said, "Mum, I'm an Angel now, my spirit it is free."

"I'm an Angel in Heaven, no need to cry for me."

When I was in hospital just before I had Corey, a midwife lent me a book as she knew how much I enjoyed reading.  Every week she would bring me in one of her many books.  Some entertained, some had you engrossed but this one book that she lent me, I will always remember.  It was called 'Kathy's Story' and it was about the Magdalen Laundries.  In the book the Author had had a Daughter to a Priest who had sexually abused her.  Her Daughter died at a very young age and this prayer was one which was very poignant for her.  It was also poignant for me as I took the time to copy it into a notebook that I kept by my bedside.  When Corey passed away I remembered it and it was read at Corey's funeral.

God I'm Hurt

I said, "God, I'm hurt."

And God said, "I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."

And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I get so depressed."

And God said, "That is why I gave you sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."

And God said, "That's why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one's dead."

And God said, "I watched mine nailed to the cross."

I said, "God, your loved one lives."

And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they?"

And God said, "Mine is on my right and yours is in the light."

I said, "God, it hurts."

And God said, "I know."

Author Unknown

This is a poem I wrote for Corey the day after I came back to A Ward just after Corey had died.  I had this strong urge to write something for him that would reflect how I was feeling.  This poem was read at Corey's funeral by our friend Mike who would have been Corey's Godfather had he lived.

Sleep Tight Our Little Angel

I had a little Angel, I held him in my arms.

I wrapped him up in love so tight, to keep him safe from harm.

I held his tiny hand in mine and kissed his precious lips.

Not ever knowing, from this life he would gently slip.

So little time we had to share before the Angels called.

They had a special place prepared for you, my little love.

I raise my eyes to Heaven and I see your pretty face.

Memories locked within my heart, which time cannot erase.

So go to sleep my little one until we meet again.

When, yet once more, I'll hold you tight

In that special place above.

We'll miss you Corey every day

And sometimes shed a tear.

You're always in our hearts and thoughts,

Your memories ever near.

We love you more than words can say

And wanted you so much.

We're honoured to be your Mum and Dad

All of our lives you touched.

Sleep tight Our Little Angel