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.)

Dear Lord,

This pain is much too hard to bare,
once again I'm kneeling by my chair.
You know grief's heartache and pain,
you see my tears that fall like rain.
You know this has brought me to my knees,
help me Lord, I'm begging, please.
This world has no meaning since that awful day,
I had to stand by while you led my son away.
I know Heaven is our home and glory is so grand...
But, I can't help my family when I can't even stand.
Everyone expects more from me because I am, The Dad.
They don't understand he was the best friend I ever had.
Lord, I'll never understand why our children have to die,
but would help others know when this happens....
even strong men cry.

Author Unknown
Men Do Cry

I heard quite often "men don't cry"
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I'd quickly learn to turn and quip,
"It doesn't hurt", and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though "be a big boy" it began,
Quite soon I learned to "be a man".

And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that "big boy" game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take it's course.

So those of you who can't abide
A man you've seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life's been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

~ By Ken Faulk ~
An angel once lay beneath my heart,
a promise of life to come;
My little babe was resting there,
yet, would not follow me home.

My tiny precious angel,
had plans unknown to all,
for my Angel heard the voice of God,
and hastened to His call.

My Angel flew on fragile wings,
into the Father's arms,
to slumber there in peaceful rest,
untouched by earthly harms.

So, slumber there my precious child,
till I can come to you;
I'll keep you here, deep in my heart,
till my journey on earth is through.

~ Anne Geddes ~
Angel Babies

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.

By Michelle Knudsen
A Mother's Crown

Heaven lit up with His mighty presence,
as all the Angels looked down.
Today the Lord was placing the jewels
in all the mother's crowns.

As He held up a golden crown,
as all the mother's looked on.
He said in His gentle voice,
"I just want to explain each stone."

He held the first gem in His hand
but the radiance couldn't match His own.
For He was the light of Heaven,
reflecting off each of the stones.

"The first gem," He said, "is an emerald,
and it's for endurance alone,
for all the nights you waited up
for your children to come home.

For all the nights by their bedside,
you stayed till the fever went down.
For nursing every little wound,
I add this emerald to your crown."

"A ruby, I'll place by the emerald,
for leading your child in the right way.
For if you hadn't taught them about Me,
they wouldn't be here with you today.

For always being right there,
through all life's important events.
I give you a sapphire stone,
for the time and love you spent."

"For untying the strings that held them,
when they grew up and left home.
I give you this one for courage."

Then the Lord added an amethyst stone.

"I'll place a stone of garnet," He said.
"For all the times you spent on your knees,
when you asked Me to take care of your children,
and then for having faith in Me."

"I have a pearl for every little sacrifice
that you made without them knowing.
For all the times you went without,
to keep them happy, healthy, and growing."

"And last of all I have a diamond,
the greatest of all gems,
for those mother's who lost their children
when they came home to heaven before them."

"This is the most precious sacrifice.
So I give them the most precious stone.
For I know just how you felt...
I too lost a child of My own."

After the Lord placed the last jewel in,
He said, "Heaven is now complete.
For every mother has her crown of jewels,
and all her children are at her feet."

~ Author unknown ~

SEXT: Fervor and Commitment

Angelus bells on Wissahickon Creek as rocks and water ring
each other. Along the banks, fallen leaves nose
their crisp, curled prows into the stream, bearing away
the last cargos of light. In this mid-day of the season,
Time hovers like an angel of annunciation, poised to confer
eternity and grace. In this mid-hour of the day, the world asks me
to stay and watch the shadows come, then grow long, to witness
everywhere diminishment: a slow fading and cold descent. Still,
There is no sadness in the trees, the sky is soaked with blue.
Even the water shoulders its chill winter shawl without complaint.
Amid all this gilded fluorescence -- final flare before earth's uncoupling
with light - a meadowlark still finds reason to sing.

Deidra Greenleaf Allan

Don't cry for me Daddy
I am right here
Although you can't see me
I see your tears

I visit you often
Go to work with you each day
And when it's time to close your eyes
On your pillows where I lay

I hold your hand and stroke your hair
And whisper in your ear
If you're sad today Daddy
Remember I am here

I am Daddy's little girl
We will never be apart
For every time you think of me
Please know I'm in your heart.

I Love you Daddy!
Your Baby Girl

Keep Me In Your Heart

Warren Zevon

Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for awhile

If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for awhile

When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for while

There's a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for while

Keep me in your heart for while
Keep me in your heart for while

Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
Maybe you'll think of me and smile

You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for while

Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view

When the winter comes keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you

Engine driver's headed north to Pleasant Stream
Keep me in your heart for while

These wheels keep turning but they're running out of steam
Keep me in your heart for while

Keep me in your heart for while
Keep me in your heart for while

Keep me in your heart for while

God saw her getting tired, a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped her in his loving arms and whispered come with me.
She suffered much in silence, her spirit did not bend
She faced her pain with courage, until the very end
She tried too hard to stay with us, her fight was all in vain
God took her to his loving home, and freed her from all the pain.

Everybody Hurts


When your day is long and the night,
the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life,
well hang on.

Don't let yourself go,
everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong.
Now it's time to sing along.

When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go,
(hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life,
well hang on.

Everybody hurts.
Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts.
Don't throw your hand.

Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no,
you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life,
the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life
to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries.
And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes.
So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
' Sometimes the most beautiful symphonies are the unfinished ones.'

Author Unknown
The Valley Song

Jars of Clay

You have led me to the sadness,
I have carried-this pain,
On a back bruised, nearly broken,
I'm crying out to you!
I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy
I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy

When death, like a gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the Heavens
I will still seek your face.
But I fear you aren't listening
because there are no words
Just the Stillness,
and the hunger
For a faith that assures.

I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy
I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

While we wait, for a rescue
with our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground,
using our hands,
to cover the fatal cut.
Though the pain is
an ocean.
Tossing us
around, around, around.
You have calmed,
greater waters
Higher mountains have come down!

I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow to rivers of joy.
I will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow to rivers of joy.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sing of your mercy, mercy,
your mercy, mercy.


In every dream thy lovely features rise;
I see them in the sunshine of the day;
Thy form is flitting still before my eyes
Where'er at eve I tread my lonely way;
In every moaning wind I hear thee say
Sweet words of consolation, while thy sighs
Seem borne along on every blast that flies;
I live, I talk with thee where'er I stray:

And yet thou never more shalt come to me
On earth, for thou art in a world of bliss,
And fairer still - if fairer thou cans't be -
Than when thou bloomed'st for a while in this.
Few be my days of loneliness and pain
Until I meet in love with thee again.

~ William Barnes ~
I felt your presence there inside of me,
nestled soft and warm;
Sweet scent of baby's breath,
precious words left unadorned.

I saw your tiny heartbeat,
then I knew that you were fine;
A perfect baby we created,
one that would be mine.

Then that tragic day it came
there was nothing I could do,
Only wait and hope for the
precious life of you.

Yes in the beginning your
Daddy was afraid;
Only he would love you unconditional
and never run away.

He loved you more
this I do know as he cried for you that day,
When the doctor said that you were gone,
Daddy wanted you to stay.

He would have held you close to him,
and see your perfect form,
A gift of Daddy's love,
would have kept you safe and warm.

Only now you are an angel
over me beautiful and bare,
My heart would hurt if you cried for me
and Mummy was not there.

Still we are together
in my heart and memories,
You are still a part
of my memory.

Rest gently now "sweet baby"
there is no pain you are never alone,
I know you are with the guiding angels
in your peaceful home.

I will come with you someday
only now is not my time,
Then we will be together again
again you will be mine.

Author Unknown
Heaven's Playground

When children go to Heaven
What do they do all day
Is there someone up there for them
To join with them in play?

Will there be someone to hold them
And cuddle them with love
Will they teach them how to fly
With the Angels up above?

I think I know the answer
And it fills my heart with joy
A place called Heaven's Playground
For every girl and boy.

They're Angels blowing bubbles
And music fills the air
Tiny pups to play with
I know they're happy there.

Charlotte Anselmo
A death has occurred
and everything has changed by this event.
We are painfully aware that life
can never be the same again,
that yesterday is over,
that relationships once rich have ended.

But there is another way to look upon this truth:
If life went on the same
without the presence of the one who has died,
we could only conclude that the life
we here remember made no contribution,
filled no space, meant nothing.

The fact that this individual
left behind a place that cannot be filled
is a high tribute to this person.
Life can be the same after a trinket has been lost,
but never after the loss of a treasure.

Author unknown
Wind Beneath My Wings

Bette Midler

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, (that's your way)
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name (for so long)
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, (of course I know it)
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you,
you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away.
You let me fly so high.

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, So high
I almost touch the sky.

Thank you, thank you,
Thank God for you,
The wind beneath my wing

Two hearts we were as one on earth,
Two hearts that were entwined,
My love for him was very strong,
He lives inside my mind.

His twinkling eyes got weary,
His beating heart took rest.
His lovely life just slipped away,
That life so full of zest!

I know he's gone to Heaven,
From earth he slipped away,
But faith in you my dearest Lord
Keeps me strong every day.

Two hearts once beat together,
Now one beats all alone.
I know one day we'll meet Dear Lord,
The day you call me home.

By Dawn Glenton 2002

She carries such a heavy heart, her tears will often flow,
Seems everyone's avoiding her, seems no-one wants to know!
Her grief she carries all alone, nobody seems to care,
Or help her ease this burden, this burden she must bear.
Her baby has just left her, but where, where did he go?
Why did he have to leave so soon, and will she ever know?
A mother's grief's a lonely path, she only wants her child,
For other's understanding, their love, if only mild!
To talk of her lost baby, acknowledge her real pain,
To tell her life will soon be bright, she'll see her child again,
For he has gone to Heaven, an Angel up above,
Where there's no tears or dying, just great eternal love.
Try to understand this mother's grief, praise God it was not you
That lost your precious, wanted child, for he was wanted too!

By Dawn Glenton 2002
Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are all I have of you, they're all you left behind,
Those cherished, lovely memories, never again to find.
On earth you were so wonderful, no child could I compare
To all the love you gave to me, you were so meek, so rare.
Sweet dreams they keep me going through the long and lonely night,
How I wish that I could hug you here and squeeze you oh so tight.
If I could walk to Heaven dear, to see you every day,
Just know I'd never want to leave, I know I'd long to stay.
We parted here on earth my child, but God's will shall be done,
Then dreams will be reality for once more we'll be one.
I love you for eternity, forever and some more,
Because you were the sweetest child, the kindest and most pure.
If Heaven's full of Angels, like you were here on earth,
I thank the Lord for lending you, for giving me your birth,
One day my child I'll see you there, so please look out for me,
You'll see my smile so wide before you see my spirit free.
God takes the sweetest Angels first, this we know is true,
For He came here and looked around, my darling, He chose you!

By Dawn Glenton 2002
~ Even Strong Men Cry ~

You think because he's a man he shouldn't feel the pain,
of having his heart broken and tears that fall like rain.
Men you say are stronger and never show their fears,
they don't let life destroy them, a fortress through the years.

Let me tell you of a battle waged daily on this dad,
leaving his heart in shreds with no happiness to be had.
Death came to call and took his loving son,
it left his heart broken, his world undone.

This battle has him crying and crawling on his knees,
if you listen you can hear him begging, "Why God, please?"
He sees what it has done to his children and his wife,
as they live daily with grief and never ending strife.

Now his closest friend, his son,
lives beyond the sky,
and when death comes to take your child.....
even strong men cry.

~ Charlene Dickerson ~ 2001
Please Remember

Time, Sometimes the time just slips away
And you're left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time I had you with me
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
The memories we made

Please Remember
Please Remember
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please Remember
Our time together
When time was yours and mine
And we were wild and free
Please Remember
Please Remember me

Good-bye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We leave behind a life and time
We'll never know again

Excerpt from ' The Little Prince '

And at night you will look up at the stars. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens. In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows), you will be content that you have known me.

Antoine de St. Exupery, The Little Prince

I found this and thought it was beautiful - it made me think of Thomas.
I am sure it will touch many in the way it touched me.

Telling It Over Again

In each re-telling
there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance
of the reality of our loss.

In each retelling
there comes another acknowledgment,
of the uniqueness of the personhood
of our precious missing child.

In each retelling
there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace
of the finality of their death.

In each retelling
there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation
of the memories we hold dear.

In each retelling
we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need to tell them
one more time.

(c) Miriam Blake 1997
When it looked like the sun wasn't going to shine anymore,
God put a rainbow in the clouds.

Maya Angelou

If you want a thing bad enough to go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it,
If only desire of it makes you mad enough never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it,
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you'll sweat for it, fret for it, plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God and man for it,
If you'll simply go after that thing that you want,
With all your capacity, strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold, poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,



You filled my days with rainbow lights,
fairytales and sweet dream nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
Gingerbread to ease my fears.
You gave the gift of life to me,
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender care,
for deep warm hugs and being there.
I hope that when you think of me,
A part of you, you'll always see.

~ Author Unknown ~

You asked 'How are you doing?'
As I told you, tears came to my eyes,
You immediately began to talk again,
your eyes looked away from me,
Your speech picked up, and all the attention you had given me went away,
How am I doing?
I do better when you listen to my response,
even though I may shed a tear or two,
for I want your attention,
But to be ignored because I have a pain in me
which is so indescribable to anyone who has not been there
I hurt and feel angry, So when you look away,
I'm again alone with it.
Really tears are not a bad sign you know,
They're natures way of helping me to heal,
They relieve some of the stress of sadness,
I know you fear that asking me how I am doing brought this sadness to me.
No you're so wrong, the memory of my loss will always be with me,
only a thought away,
It's just that my tears make my pain more visible to you,
but you did not give me the pain it's just there.
When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless?
Your not you know,
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
you've helped me more than you know.
You need not verbalize your support of my tears,
Your silence as I cry is my key, Do not fear.
Your listening with your heart to 'How are you doing?'
helps relieve the pain,
because once I allow the tears to come and go,
I feel lighter, Talking to you releases things
I've been wanting to say out loud,
and then there's a space for a touch of joy in my life.
Honest, when I tear up and cry, that doesn't mean I'll cry forever
maybe just a minute of two - then I'll wipe the tears away,
and sometimes you'll find I'm even laughing at something funny ten minutes later. When I hold back my tears, my throat grows tight,
my chest and my stomach begins to knot up,
because I am trying to protect you from my tears,
Then we are both hurt - me because I've kept the pain inside
and it's a shield against our closeness,
and then you hurt because suddenly, we're distant.
Please take my hand and I promise not to cry forever,
It's physically impossible you know.


Author Unknown
" When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not-curing, not-healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is the friend who cares."

Henri J.M. Nouwen, "Out of Solitude"
(as quoted in Pregnancy After A Loss)
The Sound of An Angel

The sound of an Angel
Her wings flying around me
The sound of her winds, I can hear
But it's her face I cannot see

She is an Angel in heaven
With God most high
She became an Angel
Before my hello or my good-bye

The tiny little Angel
Born too silent, too still
But I have to turn my heart to heaven
And know it must have been God's will

To take her away from
All the love that I had
Knowing she has gone before me
Should make me happy, not sad

So I am asking you Lord
To carry me through these hard times
Until I walk through your Golden Gates
And once again my daughter can be mine.

Written by: Cassie Davis Date: August 27, 2003
What are little boys made of ?

What are little boys made of, made of ?
What are little boys made of ?
Frogs and snails And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What God Hath Promised

Annie Johnson Flint

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hat promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy, Undying love.


Let me not live a life that's free
From THE THINGS that draw me close to THEE

For how can I ever hope to heal
The wounds of others I do not feel

If my eyes are dry and I never weep,
How do I know when the hurt is deep

If my heart is cold and it never bleeds,
How can I tell what my brother needs

For without "crosses to carry" and "burdens to bear",
We dance through a life that is frothy and fair,

And "chasing the rainbow" we have no desire
For "roads that are rough" and "realms that are higher"

So spare me no heartache or sorrow, dear Lord,
For the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward,

And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow
As He opens the door to a BRIGHTER TOMORROW,

For only through tears can we recognize
The suffering that lies in another's eyes.

Helen Steiner Rice

Why Do I Live ?

I live for those who love me.
For those I know are true,
For the heaven that smiles above me
And awaits my spirit too;

For all human ties that bind me,
For the task my God assigned me,
For the bright hope left behind me,
And the good that I can do.

I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel that there is union
"Twixt nature's heart and mine;

To profit by affliction,
Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,
Fulfilling God's design.

I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the heaven that smiles above me
And awaits my spirit too;

For the wrongs that needs resistance,
For the cause that needs assistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.

Author Unknown

Excerpt from, "Living- When a Loved One Has Died."

Earl A. Grollman Copyright 1977

Your loved one had died.....Everyone dies........You learned this as a child. On Countless occasions you fantasized about how you would react when death strikes. Your loved one has died. You are unprepared. The death has struck like a tidal wave. You are cut loose from your moorings. You are all but drowning in the sea of your private sorrow. The person who has been part of your life is gone forever. It is final, irrevocable. Part of you has died.

God's Tiniest Angels


Millie Hutton
copyright 2003

There was a meeting up in Heaven
and the angels gathered round.
God spoke, They will soon be coming.
Let the trumpets sound.

Make way for my tiniest angels, God said,
for they are almost here.
Watch over them; I must go now,
and help dry their mother’s tears.

And so God went to His special place
to hear the mothers pray,
Tears fell from His eyes as He listened
to what they had to say.

The prayers were very different
yet seemed to blend into one:
You have my tiny angel, God,
but my crying has just begun.

I’m human and I’m weak, God,
and I don’t know what to do,
I need your love and strength,
and your help to get me through.

Please allow me one more thing
before I say Amen and go,
I need to speak to my babies now,
so my love they will always know.

God gathered the tiniest angels
in His arms so they could hear
their earthly mothers speaking from their hearts,
And through their tears.

From Gods eyes as well as the angels
Tears began to leak,
And the trumpets sounded in Heaven,
As the mothers began to speak.

I can’t hold you, I can’t see you,
Or count fingers and count toes,
Nor wrap you in a blanket,
And kiss your little nose.

Ill never feel your heartbeat
As you lie against my chest,
But to question would be wrong,
For God always does know best.

Ill never hear I love you,
Or mommy read to me.
It hurts so much to want you,
Knowing you weren’t meant to be.

Although you were taken from me
You will always feel my love.
I know God will allow that
In His kingdom up above.

Don’t be afraid my little ones,
For you are in a special place.
And don’t worry about me;
God will dry the tears upon my face.

He needed more tiny angels
But we are never far apart.
You’re not in my arms, my little ones,
But you’re forever in my heart.

Then God spoke to the tiny angels
And dried each little tear.
Your mother isn’t with us now,
But soon she will be here.

And when you reunite with her
For all of Heaven to see,
She will hold you close and love you
Throughout eternity.

In My Arms Again

Michael W. Smith


I really wanna see you
I really wanna touch you
If only I could hold you in my arms again
I really wanna reach you
Forever to be with you
If only I could hold you in my arms again

It was written in the stars
On the pages of my heart
Oh, that someday I would find
The love I feel for you tonight

On the ocean of our dreams
Like a prayer you came to me
And the longing that had been
Found its ending in your eyes
And I am missing you tonight


Across the waves, across the sea
Separating you from me
Here's a promise and it's mine
I will love you for all time
I'm wishing you were here tonight



Baby Mine

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine

Music by Frank Churchill / Lyrics by Ned Washington
Never to feel the Sun
They brought you for us to hold
You were too small to be born today
Your hands, feet and ears so perfect in every way.
As your father and mother, we shared dreams as one
Would you be a daughter or a son?

As we held you in our arms, our little son
We realised our dreams are no longer real ones.
You will never smell the flowers, hear the rain, chase
a butterfly, or have a lot of fun.
You will never feel the sun.
Goodbye, our little one.

Author Unknown

Father's Day

Just a note, a little note,
she asked me for a note.
And so it is with pen in hand
This is what I wrote.
I wrote of Father's Day
and what it meant
to be minus my boys.
My little gents.
I wrote of the days
during which I cry
in those private places
where no one can spy.
I wrote of memories
which always flood back,
Like the wind that whistles
down this well worn track.
Then I turned away
from this path of distress
'cause I know so well
that strength is my quest,
and is easily found
in those who are left.
So Father's Day is like any other:
In love with my children
and their mother.

Author Unknown

Song for an empty cradle


Out my bedroom window rests my gaze
Through the mist of emptiness and pain's grey haze
I watch the patterns softly formed and changed.
The hillsides' grasses gently rearranged
By the winds' caressing touch.
From my womb she fell; my breath was stilled
By fear and pain and yet my heart was filled
By the overwhelming wonder of what was Andrea
That now lay white and quiet in my hand.
My baby, my prayers, the life that I had planned
Were gone. And in their place was left
A desert. Hot and empty so bereft
of hope, save for the splintered dreams I'd planned
That shined like broken bottles in the sand.
And soon the minutes into long months turn,
And even with time's comfort still I yearn
To hold her once in warm embrace
And say goodbye, and yet, there is a place
I carry her still, within my heart, steadfast;
For even the briefest of memories last.
Out my bedroom window rests my gaze
Through the mist of emptiness and pain's grey haze.
I watch the patterns softly rearranged
And know my life, my dreams have all been changed.
My daughter's life was brief yet such
That in my emptiness I have so much.

Clara Wilbrandt - Koenig
What Makes A Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad

Author Unknown

My Child

My child is not a gurgle, a laugh or a cry
My child is a whisper with a question of why?
My child is not an event with happy people there
It’s footprints in my heart that travelled nowhere.
My child you can’t see but was something inside
My child was part of me and that I can’t hide
My child is not here to grace me or you
But my child is in everything I see or I do
My child will not feel my warm waiting arms
But deep in my heart it can come to no harm
My child is not a statement or a public affair
But my child still existed and I KNOW it was there.
So while you tend to your Angel and go through your days
While your sunbeam routes life this I will say,
You may not know from looking, when you pass me in the street
That I too am a mother but status incomplete.
My Child is still here deep in my heart.
It does not need questioning, we’re just far apart.
I am a Mother, an empty one too.
But still I’m a mother….just like you.
My Child may not be here to call out their name,
But I’m still here to love it all the same
My Angel is precious whilst yours may be here.
I am just wondering with each passing year.
So when I get to heaven with arms open wide.
I’ll have a smile on my face and be beaming with pride.
Yes I am a mother, though can’t say it out loud.
I am still a mother and of this I am proud.
Though my Angel is far and yours may be here.
I am still a mother and THAT I hold dear.

Dedicated to my Angel Shannon Martin who went to heaven 21/03/04

(©Helen Martin2004)

Goodbye May Seem Forever

from The Fox and the Hound

We met, it seems, such a short time ago
You looked at me - needing me so
Yet from your sadness
Our happiness grew
And I found out I needed you too
I remember how we used to play
I recall those rainy days
The fire's glow
That kept us warm
And now I find - we're both alone
Goodbye may seem forever
Farewell is like the end
But in my heart is a memory
And there you'll always be
Goodbye may seem forever
Farewell is like the end
But in my heart is a memory
And there you'll always be

Sunshine After The Rain

I'd never know a life so cold
With empty arms and nothing to hold
My heart was filled with so much pain
I thought I'd never laugh again
I'd suffered the hurt and the grief
I'd gone through the feelings of great disbelief
There were days I'd wished I could have died
Through all the grief I felt inside
There was no sunshine left in me
I couldn't live quite so happily
But through the darkest part of my life
I have survived I'm still alive
For the clouds are starting to disappear
They're taking away some of my fear
There is sunshine after the rain
And very soon I know I'll smile again

Author Unknown
Don’t Patronise Me

"It’s for the best"
I hear them say
You don’t know that, just go away
So how do you suppose that can be?
My baby's been taken away from me
So why does God need him more
Do you know that can you be sure?
He should be safe and warm with me
I'm am his mother: can't you see
Yes I know I can try again
But I never want to suffer this pain
And no I don't want another
I want this baby, not his sister or brother
Why do you think you know the best?
My baby has been laid to rest
And no you don't know what I'm going through
Losing a baby's never happened to you

Author Unknown


I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry,
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away.
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.

I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream,
This can't be real, I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside.
God help me, I want to die.
I lost my child last month.

I lost my child last year.
Now people who had came, have gone.
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question, Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song.
Good heavens, it has been so long.
I lost my child last year.

Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it has disappeared.
My eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your face.
"You must move on, and leave this place."
Yet, I am trapped right here in time,
The song's the same, as is the rhyme.
I lost my child....... today.....


Netta Wilson - 1996

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise & 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 do or 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.

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.

Author Unknown


Precious little child of mine,
You were my sweetest dream;
When you took your journey Home,
I wonder what was seen.

I knew the angels whispered,
From the look upon your face;
I knew that you were going,
To a restful, peaceful place.

And while my arms are empty,
My heart is filled with dreams;
Of you at peace in Heaven,
That place eyes have not seen.

So rest my child in God's safe arms,
Let angels kiss your face;
Till then, I hold you in my heart,
Till I meet you in that place.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
© 2002

A Special Corsage for Momma

I send you this special rose
to go in the corsage your wear.
I know it has wilted a bit.
But I know that you don't care.

I planted the flowers just for you.
I fertilized each rose with love.
This garden of roses I planted for you,
grows in the Heaven's above.

I see other mother's with a corsage.
I want you to have one too.
So I touch the roses & kiss them...
Before I put them together for you.

Now wear this corsage that I send you...
Wear it with all my love & your pride.
For it comes from the bottom of my heart...
Watered by the tears you've cried.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2000

Dedicated to Moms


A mother's love knows no bounds,
No stronger bond can be found,
Mother and child are connected from the start,
There is a string from heart to heart.

Nothing can break this heartstring,
No matter what the future may bring,
A mother loves her child forever,
The heartstring holds them together.

It is a love of the sweetest kind,
There is nothing more beautiful you will ever find,
And even death cannot break this bond,
It knows no earthly ties, it is here and beyond.

We are connected to our children forever by this love,
Even when God calls them to his home above,
Nothing can change this love, not time, nor words or even death's bitter sting,
We are connected forever by the "HEARTSTRING"

by: Judi Walker
copyright: July 7, 1999


Daddy I Love you,
I know you love me.
I'm proud of you Daddy,
As proud as can be.

I heard your voice Daddy,
Did you see me squirm?
I couldn't wait Daddy,
To be held in your arms.

I still love you Daddy,
I can't wait to hug you.
But know I am with Jesus
And he loves me too.

It's okay to cry Daddy,
I'll kiss you up here.
Please know that I love you
And God sees your tears.

It won't be long Daddy
Just wait and you'll see,
We'll play together always
My Daddy and me.

Written By Maralee Malingowski


“And He awoke and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’ And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.” Mark 4:39

There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace.

Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror, for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.

All who saw this picture thought it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, and in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall.

This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush, a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest.

The King chose the second picture as the winner. "Because," explained the King, "Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart."

"That is the real meaning of peace."
“Spirituality is the depth of your bliss in the midst of your problem.”

Rev. Chenoweth


The truth ISN'T: that you will feel "all better" in a couple of days, or weeks, or even months.

The truth IS: that the days will be filled with an unending ache and the nights will feel one million sad years long for a while. Healing is attained only after the slow necessary progression through the stages of grief and mourning.

The truth isn't: that a new pregnancy will help you forget.

The truth is: that, while thoughts of a new pregnancy soon may provide hope, a lost infant deserves to be mourned just as you would have with anyone you loved. Grieving takes a lot of energy and can be both emotionally and physically draining. This could have an impact upon your health during another pregnancy. While the decision to try again is a very individualized one, being pregnant while still actively grieving is very difficult.

The truth isn't: that pills or alcohol will dull the pain.

The truth is: that they will merely postpone the reality you must eventually face in order to begin healing. However, if your doctor feels that medication is necessary to help maintain your health, use it intelligently and according to his/her instructions.

The truth isn't: that once this is over your life will be the same.

The truth is: that your upside-down world will slowly settle down, hopefully leaving you a more sensitive, compassionate person, better prepared to handle the hard times that everyone must deal with sooner or later. When you consider that you have just experienced one of the worst things that can happen to a family, as you heal you will become aware of how strong you are.

The truth isn't: that grieving is morbid, or a sign of weakness or mental instability.

The truth is: that grieving is work that must be done. Now is the appropriate time. Allow yourself the time. Feel it, flow with it. Try not to fight it too often. It will get easier if you expect that it is variable, that some days are better than others. Be patient with yourself. There are no short cuts to healing. The active grieving will be over when all the work is done.

The truth isn't: that grief is all-consuming.

The truth is: that in the midst of the most agonizing time of your life, there will be laughter. Don't feel guilty. Laugh if you want to. Just as you must allow yourself the time to grieve, you must also allow yourself the time to laugh. Viewing laughter as part of the healing process, just as overwhelming sadness is now, will make the pain more bearable.

The truth isn't: that one person can bear this alone.

The truth is: that while only you can make the choices necessary to return to the mainstream of life a healed person, others in your life are also grieving and are feeling very helpless. As unfair as it may seem, the burden of remaining in contact with family and friends often falls on you. They are afraid to "butt in," or they may be fearful of saying or doing the wrong thing. This makes them feel even more helpless. They need to be told honestly what they can do to help. They don't need to be told, "I'm doing fine" when you're really NOT doing fine. By allowing others to share in your pain and assist you with your needs, you will be comforted and they will feel less helpless.

The truth isn't: that God must be punishing you for something.

The truth is: that sometimes these things just happen. They have happened to many people before you, and they will happen to many people after you. This was not an act of any God; it was an act of Nature. It isn't fair to blame God, or yourself, or anyone else. Try to understand that it is human nature to look for a place to put the blame, especially when there are so few answers to the question, "Why?" Sometimes there are answers. Most times there are not. Believing that you are being punished will only get in the way of your healing.

The truth isn't: that you will be unable to make any choices or decisions during this time.

The truth is: that while major decisions, such as moving or changing jobs, are better off being postponed for now, life goes on. It will be difficult, but decisions dealing with the death of your baby (seeing and naming the baby, arranging and/or attending a religious ritual, taking care of the nursery items you have acquired) are all choices you can make for yourself. Well-meaning people will try to shelter you from the pain of this. However, many of us who have suffered similar losses agree that these first decisions are very important. They help to make the loss real. Our brains filter out much of the pain early on as a way to protect us. Very soon after that, we find ourselves reliving the events over and over, trying to remember everything. This is another way that we acknowledge the loss. Until the loss is real, grieving cannot begin. Being involved at this early time will be a painful experience, but it will help you deal with your grief better as you progress by providing comforting memories of having performed loving, caring acts for your baby.

The truth isn't: that you will be delighted to hear that a friend or other loved one has just given birth to a healthy baby.

The truth is: that you may find it very difficult to be around mothers with young babies. You may be hurt, or angry, or jealous. You may wonder why you couldn't have had that joy. You may be resentful, or refuse to see friends with new babies. You may even secretly wish that the same thing would happen to someone else. You want someone to understand how it feels. You may also feel very ashamed that you could wish such things on people you love or care about, or think that you must be a dreadful person. You aren't. You're human, and even the most loving people can react this way when they are actively grieving. If the situations were reversed, your friends would be feeling and thinking the same things you are. Forgive yourself. It's OK. These feelings will eventually go away.

The truth isn't: that all marriages survive this difficult time.

The truth is: that sometimes you might blame one another, resent one another, or dislike being with one another. If you find this happening, get help. There are self-help groups available or grief counselors who can help. Don't ignore it or tuck it away assuming it will get better. It won't. Actively grieving people cannot help one another. It is unrealistic, like having two people who were blinded at the same time teach each other Braille. Talking it out with others may help. It might even save your marriage.

The truth isn't: that eventually you will accept the loss of your baby and forget all about this awful time.

The truth is: that acceptance is a word reserved for the understanding you come to when you've successfully grieved the loss of a parent, or a grandparent, or a beloved older relative. When you lose a child, your whole future has been affected, not your past. No one can really accept that. But there is resolution in the form of healing and learning how to cope. You will survive. Many of us who have gone through this type of grief are afraid we might forget about our babies once we begin to heal. This won't happen. You will always remember your precious baby because successful grieving carves a place in your heart where he or she will live forever.

by Stacey Dinner-Levin

Your Shawl

Too tiny for clothes
I bought you a shawl
A delicate white
To cover your all.
Soft baby yarn
With a beautiful fringe
I told them to wrap you
Carefully within.
My heart ached to hold you
And just keep you near
To wrap you and rock you
But they might see a tear.
So I let perfect strangers
Do what I could have done
If only my shame
Of tears had not won.
I will never forget
As they lowered your box
That slight bit of fringe
Peeking out from the top.
My sweet baby boy
Who went far away
Please stay a baby
I'll rock you some day.

Created With Love

Pam Howerton

To Mommy,

Love Angel

I once was going to be born
and this I couldn't wait,
I knew that everyone was expecting me,
I would try not to be late.

But I really wasn't sure
what was on the other side,
I tried to accept what was happening
but I knew I couldn't hide.

I couldn't help but wonder
who my parents were to be,
I knew for sure that no matter what,
they would always love me.

So I thought about it for a while,
but I knew I had to leave,
I went on to another place,
it is so beautiful it's hard to believe.

I had a job to do,
but it wasn't here on earth,
I am so sorry you had to miss it,
the day of my birth.

I wanted so bad to stay
and be at home with you,
But I knew that there was something
up here that I had to do.

I am now a Guardian Angel
and I hope that you are proud,
I watch over you and Daddy,
I peek down through the clouds.

I hope you know how much I love you,
and how hard it was to go
I miss you so much everyday,
but I am sure you already know.

So please don't ever forget me,
as I will do the same,
You know this wasn't your fault,
there is no one to blame.

God needed me to be by his side
and to take good care of you,
So there is no need to be sad now
and no need to be blue.

If you ever get lonely,
just look up at the sky,
Like if you had a thought of me
or just needed to say hi.

I am so happy with the way things are
even though it may not seem,
I talk to you in the night time,
I touch you when you dream.

I want to see the same for you,
give a smile for me today,
Because I know that we will meet again
in some other sort of way.

I will be up here waiting for you,
to open the gates real wide
And help you to come home to Heaven,
to take a step inside.

I thank you for loving me so much,
please believe that this is true,
And there is no one I could ever love more Mommy,
as much as I love you.

Author Unknown


Your fingerprints are on my heart.
Even though you never held my hand
you touched me.

Even though I never heard you speak
you taught me.

You taught me about love.

You taught me about caring.

You taught me about courage.

You taught me about faith.

You taught me about happiness.

You taught me about sorrow.

You brought me closer to myself.

In the time I cared for you,
how my life changed.
Never to be the same again.

Because of you
I know I will somehow be stronger.

Because of you
I know I will be more prepared for life.

All this from tiny fingerprints
that touched my heart.

Because of this
You will live forever in my soul
never to be forgotten.

I will always love you.

You are my child.

Born Still But Still Born

Author Unknown

After A While

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After a while, you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.....
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth,
And you learn and learn.....
With every good bye you learn.

Author Unknown

In my sixth month, I had lost weight and was barely able to drag myself around. I was carrying a dead fetus. I lost the baby. The personal pronoun is important here. It is always, "We are going to have a baby," but when it comes down to the termination of a pregnancy, it's always the mother who confesses, "I lost it."
As I lay there mumbling "I am so sorry," the guilt was unbearable. Feelings of self-recrimination came and went like waves of nausea. I wanted that baby. Why hadn't I told anyone? I had received a gift and had said, "I don't want it." In our marriage, it was just another lesson in sensitivity and forgiveness. For me, it was to be the last time I would feel a miracle stirring within me.

I had now joined a group of women who had to give their child back. They look like other women and they function like other women. But there is an emptiness inside of them that never goes away. At any given time of year when no one knows what they are talking about, they will look wistful and remark that the baby would be three years old today, or five, or ten. They play with the probabilities...the would have beens...could have beens...should have beens...and forever question, "Why?"

Erma Bombeck

"A Marriage Made in Heaven or too Tired for an Affair"

Angel Wings

At the ending of the day when I'm weary
after a waterfall of tears have all been cried-
and I'm feeling like the skies will always be dreary-
nothing's there to fill the emptiness inside.
I lay my head upon my favorite pillow
just close my eyes to block all the sorrow-
wonderin' where I'll ever find the strength inside-
to do it all again- tomorrow.
And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.
It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings.
The sun comes up, it's time to face the day
and I think that things are going to be all right-
But as the day wears on my nerves begin to fray-
I feel the hollowness that creeps in every night.
And like clockwork all the tears begin to fall
As I look at my reflection in the glass-
the eyes looking back at me make me feel small-
and I ask, my God, how long's this going to last?
And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.
It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings. (Thank God for your angel wings)

© Ellen M. DuBois

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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