Mummy has found some very beautiful poems, lyrics, quotes, scriptures, and stories online - These words very much describe the turmoil and emotions surrounding the loss of a baby. Many of these have been adapted for Thomas.

We will share these here in remembrance of you and of all the other 'Little ones' who pass on before their time.

(Many of the poems I found online have no signature - many are signed 'Author Unknown'. If there are any words or poems here that belong to you and you are offended by my use of them here, firstly I apologise and secondly - please let me know so that I can credit your work to you.)

"PLEASE SAY THEIR NAMES"

The time of concern is over. No longer are we asked how we're doing. Never are the names of our children mentioned to us. A curtain descends. The moment has passed. Life's slip from frequent recall. There are exceptions: close and compassionate friends, sensitive and loving family. Still look. Still ask. Still listen. Thank God for them. For most, the drama is over. The spotlight is off. Applause is silent.

But for us the play will never end. The effects on us are timeless. What can be said, you ask? Please say "their names" to us. Love does not die. Their names are written on our lives. You may feel that they are dead. We feel that they are of the dead and still they live. They ghost-walk our souls, beckoning in future welcome. You say, "They were our children"; we say "They are". Please say "their names" to us and say "their names" again. It hurts to bury their memory in silence. What they were in flesh is no longer with us. What they are in spirit stays within us always. They were of our past but they are part of our now. They are our hope for the future. Please understand we cannot forget. We would not if we could.

We know that you cannot know, yesterday we were like you. Understand that we dwell in both flesh and spirit. We do not ask you to walk this road. The ascent is steep and the burden heavy. We walk it not by choice. We would rather walk it with them in the flesh, looking not to spirit worlds beyond. We are what we have to be. What we have lost, you cannot feel. What we have gained you may not see. Please say " their names" for they are alive. We will meet them again, although in many ways we've never parted. Their spirits play light songs, appear in sunrises and sunsets. They are real and shadow, they were and they are.

Please say "their names" to us and say "their names" again.
They are our children and we love them as we always did.
More each day.

"PLEASE, SAY THEIR NAMES"

- Written by an unknown author posted for all grieving parents -

' To Nurture '

Victoria Dixon

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
but left me none the wiser
for all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

- Robert Browning -

' Godspeed (Sweet Dreams) '

By the

Dixie Chicks

Dragon tales and the "water is wide"
Pirate's sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

The rocket racer's all tuckered out
Superman's in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed Sweet dreams

God bless mommy and match box cars
God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God heard "amen," wherever you are
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

" With Broken Wing..."

A broken wing; a broken dream---
My heart can't understand!
The price of love becomes too much,
For tears are grains of sand.

A lost child, my lost hope...
All is lost in what couldn't be.
I pray for peace that's been taken---
A walk beside the sea.

A dark night, a dark life---
I reach out for the sun,
But morning cannot find me; I am left behind---
When all the tears are done.

These wings are broken, This heart is bleak---
The light of the world, I hope to seek...
My child is lost, but love lives on...
In the light of the world, I wish to belong.

By

Lesa Maree Kendrick
Written in memory of Caleb (9/23/97)

The mention of my child's name may bring tears to my eyes,
but it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend, let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul.

To some you are forgotten,
to others, just the past,
but to us who loved and lost you,
your memory will always last.

I'll always be there with you,
and watch the sky at night.
Find the brightest star that's gleaming,
that's my halo shining bright.

You'll see me in the morning frost
that mists your windowpane.
That's me, in the summer showers,
I'll be dancing in the rain.


When you feel a gentle breeze
from a gentle wind that blows,
That's me! I'll be there,
planting a kiss upon your nose.


When you see a child playing
and your heart feels a little tug...
That's me! I'll be there,
giving your heart a hug.

So, daddy please don't look so sad.
Mummy don't you cry.
I'm in the arms of friends,
and they sing me lullabies.

- Author Unknown -


I am still a Mummy; I was a Mummy from the start.
What makes me a Mummy is that feeling in my heart.
Pregnant I was, there was a baby inside me.
For some Mummy's all it takes is to know, they have planted that seed.
There is a bond that takes place from the moment that you know.
Inside of your body someone special has started to grow.
My baby didn't make it; he is in Heaven up above.
In my heart I'm still his Mummy, I am filled with endless love.
Something happens to a woman when her seedling starts to grow.
Unless you have felt these feelings it is impossible to know.
He meant the world to me and I will never be the same.
All I need is for you to listen when I wish to say his name.
He may be gone but he's not forgotten I miss him each and every day.
Could you imagine that it would be any other way?
What kind of Mummy would I be if I forgot my son?
I had planned my whole life around him, all the great things we would have done. I may have another child, possibly another two.
There is something I know for certain, he will always be my first child, my son, and I his Mummy too.

- Author Unknown -

' Unison '

Victoria Dixon

' Somewhere Out There '

By

James Ingram
And
Linda Ronstadt

Somewhere out there,
Beneath the pale blue night,
Someone's thinking of me,
and loving me tonight.

Somewhere out there,
Someone's saying a prayer,
Then we'll find one another,
In that big somewhere out there.

And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing On the same bright star,
And when the night will start to sing Its lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the Same big sky.

Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, we'll be together
Somewhere out there, out where dreams,
Come true.

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
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 realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

- Author Unknown -

"This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good.
What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever;
In its place is something that you have left behind...
let it be something good."


- Author Unknown -
Precious In God's Eyes

The lily only lasts a day
but God creates it anyway.
All that work to make a flower
then it's gone, it had it's hour.

Even though your baby died,
He is still precious in God's eyes.
Your child came and made his mark
He changed your life and touched your heart.

Upon his death, to heaven he soared,
Here for a moment, now with the Lord.

By

Gail Fasolo

There is always hope of tomorrow
to brighten the clouds of today,
There is always a corner for turning
no matter how weary the way -

So just look ahead to tomorrow
and trust that you'll find waiting there
The sunlight that seemed to be hidden
by yesterday's clouds of despair.

By

Helen Steiner Rice

"He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others."

2 Corinthians 1 3-4
For you created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

Psalm 139:13-16
' Castles in the Sand '

Sometimes life's most precious things
Slip too quickly from our hands...
Snowflakes, rainbows, childhood,
Castles in the Sand.

God gave us a special spot
to preserve them in our hearts;
A forever place where all we love
lingers when we part.

Fireflies and autumn leaves,
Roses, kittens, dreams,
Icicles, sunrise, spider webs,
Mornings dew, moon beams;

Butterflies and baby birds,
Flowers that bloom in spring...
Perhaps in life God's greatest gifts
Are blessed by Him with wings.

Maria Packett Bell
To those who say to get on with my life, I have.
It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!

Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.

She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks,
she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.

Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.

Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.

- Author Unknown -

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
His face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete

Our souls were one; if you must know
and never shall they be apart;
With splendid dawn, your face aglow
I reach for you and find my heart.

God is with you, he must be, for you
are the closest thing to an angel
that I've ever met.

 

I feel your tears, and I worry about you,
because I fear that pain I know you will go through
There are no words to express my sorrow for this
and I am at a loss for words.

All extracts from

'The Notebook'


Nicholas Sparks

A very dear friend sent us a card that touched us deeply
these extracts above were chosen by her and written in the card.

Thankyou so much 'Koulla'
for all the support, words of comfort
and most importantly understanding as much as you can.
Love you lots

Vicky ( & Magnus! )

XXX

' Echo '

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bittersweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

~ Christina Rossetti ~

Hope

When roses lose their loveliness
When rivers cease to flow;
When sunlight fails to warm the air,
When stars no longer glow.
When birds cannot take to flight,
When a ruby's luster fades;
When leaves refuse to fall from boughs,
When trees cannot give shade.
When fields of flowers wither,
When clouds cease making rain;
When mountain ranges cast no shadows,
When prairies cannot grow grain.
When these natural wonders end,
When there's no dusk or dawn;
When all life's miracles cease to be....
Only then will my hope be gone.

~ Unknown Author ~

I know you little, I love you lots,
my love for you could fill ten pots,
fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
three teacups, and four dishpans.

- Author Unknown -

' Wonderful Baby '

By

Don McLean


Wonderful baby, livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above
Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows
Where babies float by just counting their toes

Wonderful baby, nothin' but new
The world has gone crazy, I'm glad I'm not you
At the beginning, or is it the end
It goes in and comes out and start over again

Wonderful baby, livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above
Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows
Where babies float by just counting their toes

Wonderful baby, I'll watch while you grow
If I knew the future you'd be first to know
But I don't know nothin' of what life's about
Just as long as you live you never find out

Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear
Love whom you will but doubt what you hear
They'll whisper sweet thing and make you untrue
So be good to yourself, that's all you can do

You're a wonderful baby, livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above
Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows
Where babies float by just counting their toes
Death leaves a heartache,
That no one can heal...
Love leaves a memory,
That no one can steal....

Little Angel

Our precious little angel,
He could not stay long.
Enough to steal your heart away
Then force you to be strong.
Enough to show you in a glimpse,
How wonderful life can be.
And how no wealth or worldly good,
Could take the place of Thee.
Little Angel in a cloud
Looking down upon his family.
Feeling forever proud
That for a time, however short,
He had the chance to be
Our Little Precious Angel,
So Beautiful to see.

- Author Unknown -

STAND BY ME

Ben E King


When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me

So darling darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain
Should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me
I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

Psalms 6:6
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are tired from so much crying; I am completely worn out. I am exhausted by sorrow, and weeping has shortened my life. I am weak from all my troubles; even my bones are wasting away. All my enemies and especially my neighbors treat me with contempt; those who know me are afraid of me; when they see me in the street, they run away. Everyone has forgotten me, as though I were dead; I am like something thrown away.

Psalms 31:9-12
I Measure Every Grief

I measure every grief
I meet With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold,
A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

~ Emily Dickinson ~
It's the heart afraid of dying that never learns to dance;
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance;
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give;
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
My Grief is Like a River

My grief is like a river--
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.

Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain,
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger--
My faith seems faint indeed,
But there are other swimmers
Who know that what I need

Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are too swift,
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift.

Grief's river is a process
Of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in Hope's channels
I'll reach the shore at last.

Author Unknown
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,

and said my place was ready, in Heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind, all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,

He said, "This is Eternity, all I've promised you".
Today your life on Earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.

David M. Romano
The Tide Recedes

The tide recedes, But leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, But gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops, And yet it echoes on
In sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes,
Something beautiful remains.

Author Unknown

' More To This Life '

by

Clay Aiken

Today I watched in silence
As people passed me by
And I strained to see if there was something hidden in their eyes
But they all look back at me as if to say
Life just goes on

The old familiar story
Told in different ways
Make the most of your own journey
From the cradle to the grave
Dream your dreams tomorrow because today
Life must go on

ohh ohh ohh

And there's more to this life,
Living and dying
More than just trying to make it through the day
More to this life
More than these eyes of all you can see
And there's more then this life alone could be

He takes care of his family
He takes care of his work
Every Sunday morning
He takes his place at the church
and sometimes he still feels the need to search
Life just goes on

At night he lies in silence
Starring into space
And looks for ways to make tomorrow better then today
But in the morning light he looks to say
Life must go on

ohh ohh ohhh

And there's more to this life,
Than living and dying
More than just trying to make it through the day
More to this life More than these eyes of all you can see
And there's more than this life alone could be

Where do we start
To find every part
Of what makes this life complete (what makes this life complete)
If we turn our eyes to Jesus we'll find
Life's true beginning is there at the cross where He died
He died
To bring us...

More to this life
Living and dying
More than just trying to make it through the day
More to this life
More than these eyes alone could see
And there's more to this life
Living and dying
More than just trying to make it through the day

More to this life
More than these eyes alone could see
And there's more than this life alone could be

More to this life
More than living and dying
More than trying to make it
Through the night and days

You created every part of me; you put me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because you are to be feared; all you do is strange and wonderful. I know it with all my heart. When my bones were being formed, carefully put together in my mother's womb, when I was growing there in secret, you knew that I was there - you saw me before I was born. The days allotted to me had all been recorded in your book, before any of them ever began. O God, how difficult I find your thoughts; how many of them there are! If I counted them, they would be more than the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.

Psalms 139:13-18

The sun has closed this winter's day,
And moonbeam fairies dance and play,
The wind gets up and the trees, they sway,
This is end of another sad day.

But your sadness will not last forever,
As time goes on, it will get better.
Keep remembering, 'cause you'll never forget her.

The silences are just like glass,
Too empty for the present and the past,
But never mind, they will not last.

And just a word before I go,
I'll always be here when you're feeling low.

By

Ingrid Rosie

This poem was written by my dearest friend Ingrid and was read out at her funeral after she lost her battle against Breast Cancer on the 29th November 2003. She was only 25 years old. I have read this poem many times since her passing and know that she knew and has always known that there is 'another place' - she wrote this many years before she even knew of her Cancer. Every time I read it, it gives me new hope - I know that she is looking after Thomas and is keeping him safe and warm. I have faith in her.

I love you Ingrid and miss you so much it hurts.

Sweet Dreams

Peacefully, sleep comes to a dear beloved heart.
Quietly, we understand the time has come to part.
Tenderly, the love shines on ...a never-ending light.
Gratefully, we feel its warmth and say, "Sweet dreams, good-night."

Author Unknown
A Grieving Parent Is...

A grieving parent is someone who will
never forget their child no matter how painful memories are.

A grieving parent is someone who yearns to be with their
dead but cannot conceive leaving their living ones.

A grieving parent is someone who has part of a heart as
the rest is buried with their child.

A grieving parent is someone who begs for relief from
the memories which plague them and then feels guilty when they get it.

A grieving parent is someone who pretends to be happy
and enjoying life when they really are dying inside.

A grieving parent is someone who can cry or laugh at
the drop of a hat whenever they remember their beloved child.

A grieving parent is some who feels as if they just lost
their child yesterday no matter how much time has passed.

A grieving parent is someone who fears for their remaining
family because they cannot bear to have any more losses.

A grieving parent is someone who sits by their child's gravestone
and feels a knife stabbing their heart.

A grieving parent is someone who wants to help others who
have lost loved ones because somehow their loss is theirs all over again.

~ Judy Skapnik ~
Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."

"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"


Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want ~ But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;

You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!

So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."


~ Author Unknown ~
A Visitor From Heaven

by

Twila Paris


A visitor from Heaven
if only for awhile
A gift of love to be returned
We think of you and smile

A visitor from Heaven
accompanied by grace
reminding of a better love
and of a better place

With aching hearts and empty arms
We send you with a name
It hurts so much to let you go
But we're so glad you came

A visitor from Heaven
if only for a day
We thank Him for the time He gave
and now it's time to say

We trust you to the Father's love
and to His tender care
Held in the everlasting arms
and we're so glad you're there

With breaking hearts and open hands
We send you with a name
It hurts so much to let you go
But we're so glad you came.
Mother Please don't mourn me...

Mother, please don't mourn for me;
I'm still here, though you don't see
I'm right by your side each night and day,
And within your heart, I long to stay.

My body is gone, but I'm always near;
I'm everything, you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart,
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight;
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach;
I'm the warm, moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around,
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear, cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring;
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you;
You can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees.
And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot, salty tears that flow when you weep.
And the beautiful dreams that come when you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face,
Just look for me, MOM, I'm every place.

~ Author Unknown ~
Lost Love

I never got to see you,
My precious bundle of joy.
I never got to know you,
Were you a girl or a boy?

I never got to hold you,
And rock you to and fro.
I never got to kiss you,
Or count your little toes.

I never got to see your face,
Eyes open with a smile.
I never got to have you,
Even for a little while.

I never got to keep you,
I had to let you go.
I never got a chance to say,
I really love you so.

Debbie Gasparovich
Death is a Horizon

Life is eternal;
and love is immortal;
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

Rossiter Worthington Raymond

1840-1918

He is Gone

You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Author Unknown

" When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne,
let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted
into which our grief has given us entrance, and inevitably,
we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy, their understanding."


~ Helen Keller ~
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

' Simple things '

By

Amy Grant

Wake up baby look around
Birds sing, ooooh that sound
Reminds me of a line
From Unchained Melody

Feel like I'm a little girl
Best thing in the whole wide world
Is I can see the makings of a memory
I remember how it used to be
Well I'm still dreaming...

Cuz I dream of simple things
I can believe in
Like the feeling this day brings
True love and the miracle of forgiving
I believe in simple things

Ain't nothing like a sunny day
Chit-chat at a street cafe
Just paint the picture, baby
Where you wanna be

Take a walk, take a ride
So far, you and I
Don't need a plan
But we can share
This revelry

I remember how I used to want it all
Funny now the big things seem so small

I dream of simple things
I can believe in
Like the feeling this day brings
True love and the miracle of forgiving
I believe in simple things

Through all the days
The blues, the Grey's
A ray of light keeps shining...

Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below,
With tiny lights, like Heaven's Stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away. We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above
I send you each a memory of my underlying love,
After all "love" is the gift more precious than pure gold,
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
For I can't count the blessings or love he has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,
Remember, I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

- Author Unknown -

"Cause when I look to they sky, something tells me you're here with me and you make everything alright.
And when I feel like I'm lost, something tells me you're here with me,
and I can always find my way when you are here."

- TRAIN -

There is a special Angel in Heaven
that was a part of me.
It is not where I wanted him
but where God wanted him to be.
He was here but just a moment
like a night time shooting star.
And though he is in Heaven
He isn't very far.
He touched the hearts of many
like only an Angel can do.
I would've held him every minute
if the end I ever knew.
So I send this special message
to the Heavens up above.
Please take care of my Angel
and send him all My Love...

- Author Unknown -


I KNOW YOU LOVED ME

I heard each prayer you said for me,
I heard each word you spoke in love.
I heard all the hopes and dreams you had for me,
I felt each loving touch of your hand,
Each kiss, each cry.
I felt all the tears you shed for me,
I know you loved me, and still do!
Although you can not hold my body,
See my face, My tiny hands and feet,
As long as you remember...
My spirit is never gone!
Even though God chose to take me home,
God doesn't make mistakes!
I wasn't an accident,
I was conceived out of love.
God chose your love to come together
And create, give life, make love.
I'm always there.
Although I never breathed your air, or cried out loud
That doesn't mean I never was,
An angel never dies!
I watch over you, and see all the love you have.
I promise another child you'll bear!
Don't be sad for me,
For I am in Jesus' lap.
As long as you remember me...
I'll always be there!

To: Mommy & Daddy Love:
Your Angel Baby, Isaiah-Grace
(By: Candy Cotton Nov. 9th, 2002)
Beautiful memories
Silently kept
of a baby we loved
And will never forget
We really appreciate you visiting Thomas's website.
We like to know who has taken the time to visit our precious little boy and would like to invite you to leave a message in Thomas's guestbook.
Just click on the link below!

February 23rd 2003 'Baby D' - Miscarraige 10 weeks pregnant

Thomas - January 1st 2004 8:31am - Born Still (31 1/4 wks)

"Fly, fly little wing - Fly beyond imagining"

Pregnant Again: Due - 4th November 2004....
'Please let us take this one home with us'

Miscarriage - Lost twin - 31st March 2004 at 9 weeks

~ Milly Ingrid Dixon ~

Born on the 16th November 2004, 3:43am - 8lbs 12ozs

A beautiful baby sister for Thomas!

~ Robert George Dixon ~

Born on the 18th March 2008 - 7lbs 15ozs

FLOWERS FOR THOMAS
Many people sent us flowers when they had heard the news of our loss, Mummy wanted to remember how beautiful they were so took some photos of some of them. I have put some of their meanings alongside.