My Star

I am the vessel used to honor your life on earth
I wonder how much love you took with you to heaven
I hear you say I love you in my dreams
I see your love through your brother
I want to hug you one more time
I am your mother
I pretend I can turn back the hands of time
I feel your love everywhere
I touch your picture to feel your presence
I worry if you miss me as much as I miss you
I cry when I cannot hear your voice
I am your mother
I understood God's purpose for your life
I say I will see you again
I dream of being in heaven with you
I try to imagine spending eternity with you
I know I will see you again
I am your mother
LaRonda LaMothe-Tucker

Dotty Brant from Langhorne, PA Amy Joy's Mom   I wrote this on March 2, 2005 in the morning at work              Missing Amy Joy       Time goes by for me my Amy Joy     But not for you     Where you're at there is no time     Only eternity.     My mother's heart longs for you     To see you, hear you, to touch you     But you're on the other side where     I can't go so my heart must be     content to see you in my mind.     Almost four long years without     your smile, laugh, and beauty     Oh how the days go by and then     the years since you were taken     from me.         Life does go on it seems - one can't     stop it even if one trys     But I will always cry for you and     long to see my Amy Joy, my baby,     my little woman, my gift.          Always my love,     Mother BROKEN DREAMS   HERE I SIT, ON MY BED OF BROKEN DREAMS WITH ACHING HEART AND SILENT SCREAMS THE SUN RISES BUT REFUSES TO SHINE, SO MANY QUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND IT HAS TAKEN IT'S TOLL, ALL THIS LOSS, MY FAITH QUESTIONED, HEART BROKEN, FAMILY TORN APART, EVILS PATH I'VE CROSSED FOR THE SUN RISES BUT REFUSES TO SHINE SO MANY QUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND EVIL HAS REARED IT'S UGLY HEAD A CHILD GONE, NOT ENOUGH SAID OF THE PAIN AND ANGUISH IT CAUSES US ALL A CHILD IS GONE BUT I STILL HERE HIM CALL SO I SIT AND MEND MY BROKEN DREAMS, WITH ACHING HEART AND SILENT SCREAMS IN MEMORY of WESLEY ALAN MATHESON 9-12-1981---5-6-2002   I will wait for you to come, some day my angel boy, will take me home. IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BROTHER AND FRIEND...  PATRICK SEAN COOKE 1971/2000  I'M FREE  DONT GRIEVE FOR ME, FOR NOW IM FREE  IM FOLLOWING THE PATH GOD LAID FOR ME  I TOOK HIS HAND WHEN I HEARD HIM CALL  I TURNED MY BACK AND LEFT IT ALL  I COULD NOT STAY ANOTHER DAY TO LAUGH, TO LOVE, TO WORK OR PLAY  TASKS UNDONE MUST STAY THAT WAY  I FOUND THAT PEACE AT CLOSE OF DAY  IF MY PARTING HAS LEFT A VOID  THEN FILL IT WITH REMEMBERED JOY  A FRIENDSHIP SHARED, A LAUGH, A KSS, AH, YES,  THESE THINGS I TOO WILL MISS  BE NOT BURDENED WITH TIMES OF SORROW I WISH YOU THE SUSHINE OF TOMORROW  MY LIFE'S BEEN FULL, I'VE SAVORED MUCH,  GOOD FRIENDS, GOOD TIMES, A LOVED ONE'S TOUCH  PERHAPS MY TIME SEEMED ALL TOO BRIEF,  DON'T LENGTHEN IT NOW WITH UNDUE GRIEF  LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS AND SHARE WITH ME  GOD WANTED ME NOW HE SET ME FREE....  We will love you forever, Patrick... Debbie, Bill and Chris  Nicole Velez There is a quality about you Nicole Velez  That touches Us deep in our heart  your fathers and mine!  This quality is so special  It sets us quite Together as one!  luv ur dad and his wife  Ramon-n-Desree Velez!!  The Depths of My Soul By Eli The Depths of My Soul There’s a burning yearning to be Extinguished A Love that knows no limits A pain that’s persistent In a Life that’s so optimistic  The Depths of My Soul… Shows a smile that crys A logic that defies A simplistic way to rely Even if all wells seem to run dry The Depths of My Soul Is deeper than most can see Especially the one whom try to judge me Through my eyes my soul is Plain as smoke Most never see it and the rest  Lose hope The Depths of My Soul Knows imperfections See it quite often In my reflection Still I fight for the right  Direction In the middle of all this oppression The Depths of My Soul Is like a silver reflector at Night Like the violent explosion of stick Dynomite Like a cool breeze on A hot summer night Like an eagle soaring at it’s  Highest height The Depths of My Soul Is enduring Pretty much worth exploring A keeper of my word and faith And to those who don’t understand My soul, Please! Know How to hate… The Depths of My Soul My Son Eli was shot to death on Friday August 16th  2002. I found this undated poem among his papers.  I  didn't even know he wrote poetry... WONDERING I wonder what did you think as your life ebbed away? If you could have spoken, what did you have to say? If you could have lived I wonder what part Of the awful incident you'd have kept in your heart? Were your thoughts pleasant, or were you troubled and surprised? Did you communicate with God? Were there tears in your eyes? God knows what's best and he knows our pain, but how long does it take for broken hearts to smile again? Only God knows about the problems you bore, and I pray someday my wondering will be no more! Written by Linnie H. Neely  the Grandmother of KP Big Beautiful Eyes Oh ! Soft White Clouds and Deep Blue Skies Open Up ! and let us once again see : Our Baby Tati's Big Beautiful Eyes Once Again ! Filled with Joy over Playing with a toy or a little girl, or a little boy. Take away our fears and dry our tears Our baby is an Angel in Heaven Up Above We cannot hold her and give her " All of Our Love" Who would have known that in a few minutes time- Our lives would be lifeless because of this awful crime. Our hearts feel as though they have been stabbed with a knife, Because someone has taken our Tati's Life. Our minds they struggle to venture on - Our souls cry out everytime we have to see the one, who did this to our Angel ! Oh! Merciful God ! She was so innocent - ONLY 2 (Two) Years Old !             Her Love and Her Spirit so Bright and so Bold ! We think of all the families who suffer this fight ! Day after Day !  Night after Night ! Our Angel on Earth is now an Angel in Heaven She spreads her wings and flies so freely I think what keeps us going is knowing someday We will see her Big Beautiful Eyes and she will be looking back at us, oh so sweetly. Until then we will wonder - we will struggle and fight for all the children and families who suffer and try with all of their might:  to forget the tragic way Our loved ones left this life , and are now nowhere in our sight. No Family ! Should ever have to say their baby or child was killed or murdered ! Everyday I Pray ! That families not be victims all their lives and have to learn to live like this day after day year after year night after night Seeing their lives now in a whole new way ! Never to be the same Living with fear-grief and pain ! Oh !   Soft White Clouds and Deep Blue Skies Open Up and Let Us See Once Again ! Our Baby Tatiana's Big Beautiful Eyes Filled with Joy over playing with a toy or a little girl or a little boy ! Because We Miss Her and Love Her So ! Our Arms Ache to Hold Her - Give Her Our Love and Watch Her Grow ! Dedicated to : Tatiana Inaia Marie Hall April 26, 1995-May 18, 1997 ( 2 years and 22 days on God's  Earth ) From:  Mommy-Daddy-( Me-Maw ) Written by : Me-Maw With All Of Her Heart-Soul and Love       First Connection   written by  Wendy Nicole Dickens  8/31/76 - 3/25/98 When we first met, for the first time,  it was love at first site If I had my way I would marry you tonight We talked on the phone, it's just not enough I love you so much When we split apart my life is rough sooner or later we will be back together and back in each others arms Then I can hold you, until the sunlight of tomorrow I love you more with each passing day in my heart our love will always stay with my hand in yours, I love you so much,  I feel like a dove that soars in the air Thank God for first connections and  thank God I found you written October 1993 submitted by her Mom .  In Memory of the Unjustified Death of  Rebekah-Marie Bales Zask  7/6/80 - 7/19/01  I imagine her spirit drifting through the night,  And when I told my sister of the strength I gain  From knowing she was happy when she died,  The chills came on me  I imagined they were her, trying to hug me.  I imagine her flitting  The way butterflies do, but a spirit,  Like a long low string of a cloud,  As she goes here, there, all through this  Heartless megalopolis, to tell us all  That she knows, she cares, she loves still.  Though she is much too still, so  Robbed of her body, so rudely,  Bitter.  Pissed.  Killed. Killed is not the same  As merely dead.  © Barbara Bales 2001 all rights reserved  A MOTHER'S LOVE MICHAEL MY SON, MY LOVE, AND MY SOUL , YOU WERE TAKEN  FROM ME, BEYOND MY CONTROL.  YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THE FATE THAT YOU FACED,  I WOULD GIVE ALL I HAVE, TO HAVE TAKEN YOUR PLACE. THE PAIN OF MY LOSS IS SO HARD TO BARE,  MY LIFE HAS BECOME A LIFE OF DESPAIR.  I TAKE EACH DAY ONE STEP AT A TIME,  WITH YOU IN MY HEART AND FOREVER ON MY MIND .  I KNOW IN MY HEART THERE'S A TIME WHEN WE'LL BE,  FOREVER TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY.  YOUR NIECE'S WILL KNOW YOU WITH EACH DAY THEY GROW.  FOR MY SON MICHAEL PIAZZA I LOVED YOU FROM THE FIRST TIME I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS. LOVE  MA LILLIAN WALLA STEPHEN Stephen was my Brother and I Loved Him so, Why God took Him I'll never know, We were as close as Brothers could be, Always out playing or climbing a tree, Sleeping together night after night, Swimming together when the Sun was bright, Then it was Basketball, and running around, Chasing the Girls all over the Town. Then He met Susie and off they would go, Out to the Malls, or off to the Show, Then I met Robbie My soon to be Wife, I thought We Three would be together for Life! Then came the Wedding, Oh,How happy were we, He was my Best Man, And I Loved Him you see, But as We grew older, We grew apart, But GOD, when You took Him, You broke my Heart! Your Big Brother, Tony A Thorn He began to cry as the water reaches the boat and rocks it back, forth, back, forth.  His tears roll slowly down his young face and fall into the ocean below. "Alone," he thinks, "AM I ALONE?" I feel empty - incomplete." In his hand is a rose free from thorns that protected her. The rose was pulled before it could blossom, and her blanket was stripped except for one tiny thorn.  The boy pricks his finger on the thorn and drops the dying rose.  On the deck of the boat, the rose lies unopened. The blood from the boy's finger trickles down his hand.  He kisses the cut softly, and the sky gives birth to rain.  The rain washes the boy's tears away, and he stands still, drinking nature's life giver.  He knows what he has missed now.  The rose that lay on the deck also drinks the rain. and she opens her petals for the boy.  The boy picks her up and holds her to his cheek.  The boy then smiles as life washes his tears away.....       by...........     Renee DiCicco, murdered June 10th, 2000 Submitted by her Father Carlo DiCicco  ANGELS CRY I HARDLY REMEMBER THE DAY YOU DIED SOME SAY IT RAINED I CANT SAY IT TRUE BUT IT MAY HAVE BEEN, FOR I KNOW THE ANGELS CRIED I’VE NEVER SEEN ANY ANGLES CRY BUT IM SURE THEY DID AS THEY STOOD BY YOUR SIDE AS THE SUN FADED AWAY THE SKYS TURNED TO GRAY AS THE WORD YELLED WAS YOUR NAME GOD ALSO DID THE SAME HE HELD YOU BY YOUR HAND AND TOOK YOU BY HIS SIDE AND THE ANGELS STOOD THEIR AS THEY WATCHED AND CRIED NOT ONLY DO ANGELS CRY FOR WE DO TO JOE FOR WE CRY EVERYDAY WONDERING WHY YOU HAD TO GO BUT KNOW YOUR IN A BETTER PLACE WHERE THE ANGELS NOW SMILE AND FOR US THERE'S AN ANGEL WITH YOUR LITTLE FACE FOR WE ALL NOW KNOW WHEN SOMEONE DIES NOT ONLY US BUT ANGELS ALSO CRY. written for Joe Manuel Moreno, Jr by Pearl Moreno   THE ANGELS Did the angels come from heaven to help you through that night Did they feel your terror And take away your fright Did the angels bear the pain That was being done to you Did they hear your cries of fear And stayed to help you through Did the angels hold you tightly The way I would of done Did they know how I would feel And wish they were the one Did the angels cry out loudly For the unjustness of your plight Did they call Lord Jesus And lead you to the light Did the angels softly kiss your cheek Before you took your leave Did they remind you how I loved you so And forever more I'd grieve Did the angels whisper in your ear Don't worry you will not go alone Did they know part of me went with you The day God called you home In Memory of my daughter Mary Sadly missed and Loved      Mom STEVE Your death was so tragic and needless, You were much to young to die, You had a whole life ahead of you And when you left, you made everyone cry, No one understands why you had to go, It was a shock, really hard to take, You broke alot of hearts Son, For you had so much at stake, We'll never forget you, Dear Steve, Nor your Memory will never grow old, We need more like you, For you had a heart of gold, You left here in a hurry, Not knowing you were to die, We didn't have time for hugs or kisses, Not even a good-bye.      Love Mom (This poem was written after Steve died in 1988) (Steve's Mom is Sandra) ~ MY SON ~ Candles, my son, shine for you Roses add their fragrance too, Midst the tears of calling your name But only to hear it come back to the same. I call you my son, hoping you'll hear Wanting to run and wipe away my tear, You call, "Don't cry Mom, please do not cry I am so very happy," you say with a sigh. This place is so beautiful the hills oh so green, Heaven is more glorious that eye has ever seen. The roses more fragrant, the air oh, so clear You must not forget that I'm much happier here. Oh Mother, don't cry, there is so much to do But for the time, I send my love down to you. So now my dear Mom, you have nothing to dread I'll lie on the hills with flowers to cradle my head. One day, Mom, you'll know the peace that is here. Please, Mom, don't worry, there's no reason to fear That I might be alone, frightened or scared, I have my God who has so gloriously prepared for us......our whole family.....a home of pure joy Where no one's unhappy, not one girl or boy. For no fathers or mother, no tears do they shed, For our Father watches o're us, so we do not tread On sorrows or pain, but only blessings above All of these pains, fly away on the wing of the dove. Written by Debby In Memory of her son Carl CHRISTOPHER God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth, and saw your worried face. He put his loving arms around you and lifted you to rest. your carefree loving nature, kindness and unselfishness Your roads of life were getting rough the hills harder to climb  God decided to close your tiresome eyes, Leaving your worries behind  he came to you when you needed him, whispering softly  "Peace Be Thine." Loosing you has broken my heart,  destorted all of my dreams an ongoing wait for you to call or a visit that will never be A piece of me died with you that night  "the night God called you home" still tiny pieces of me die each day just to know you are really gone Gods garden must be so beautiful always taking the very best a garden of Angels from  all corners of the Earth, North, South, East and West So many good hearts, such caring souls stars of memories, sunlit smiles of gold Take care of  moms ole' heart, take care of my memories  holding them close in view some peacefilled night or joyful day  the rest of me will find you ! Love you my son  Mom Christopher was murdered March 9 or 10, 2000 Christopher's Mom is DiDi ~~ RAINBOW ~~ YOUR TIME WITH US WAS FAR TOO SHORT...THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE YEARS...TO SPEND WITH LAUGHTER AND NOT THE TEARS~~ THERE WAS NO TIME FOR GOOD-BYES OR KISSES ON THE CHEEK...OUR FAREWELL HAS BEEN LEFT, TOTALLY INCOMPLETE~~ YOU HELPED ME PICK OUT YOUR FUNERAL CLOTHES AND TOLD ME TO, "LOOK TO THE LEFT FOR THE RAINBOW"...AND WHEN I SAW THAT BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW, I KNEW THAT YOU SENT IT TO ME, TO EASE THE PAIN, AS I GO~~ EVEN THOUGH, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART... TO SEE YOUR FACE AND TOUCH YOU AGAIN, WOULD BE THE GRATEST PART~~SO, I WILL CONTINUE TO LOOK FOR YOU IN THE RAINBOW, UNTIL IT IS MY TIME TO ALSO GO........  Written for Jason by Mom. Golden hair and eyes of blue sent down from Heaven  you were mommies dream come true A beautiful smile  and a laugh so sweet you made mommy feel complete Small arms with big hugs to give you gave mommy a reason to live Rose petal lips  with kisses so sweet it made mommy happy  just to hear the pitter-patter of your tiny feet Little white casket they shut the lid mommy would have gave her life so you could have lived Two years of sadness two years of pain my grieve has taught me things I can't explain Two years without you two years apart has only brought you closer to mommy's heart. written by Michelle mommy to my precious angel Hayley Anna IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY AN MEMORIES WERE A LANE, I WOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN TO BRING YOU HOME AGAIN. NO FAREWELL WORDS  WERE SPOKEN , NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, YOU WERE GONE BEFORE I KNEW IT AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY. MY HEART STILL ACHES IN SADNESS AND SECRET TEARS STILL FLOW, WHAT IT MEANT TO LOSE YOU NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.  I MISS YOU SO!  LOVE MOM (DEBORAH LANHAM)  I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU JOHN LANHAM IV!  To The Wind Beneath My Wings A year today has gone by. A year today I still cry; a year today I still ask why. Don't question they say. So Quan, I just pray everynight, everyday; looking at the sky above- star, moon, things-- looking mostly to you The Wind Beneath My Wings, the one I love. submitted by JaQuan's Mom    The Howling There is a sound that if you are very lucky in this life you will never hear, (and luckier still if you never have a reason to make it) it’s the howling, the howling. The best actor in the world could never recreate it, for you actually have to feel it – you cannot fake it, it’s the howling, the howling. I first heard it early one morning this March my mother on the phone, your brother has been murdered oh the howling, the howling. In the cold morgue, Dad and I had to identify his little handicapped body stabbed 36 times, throat slit, How could someone do this to one so defenseless? Please God No, oh the howling, the howling. It came again too soon – that afternoon I had to tell the children, Your dear uncle, something terrible, how can I ever explain? have you ever heard a child howling, howling? Seven weeks later, it came again my in-laws said “we want nothing to do with you now”, My husband begs them “please, please don’t” How could someone? – oh the howling, the howling. Christmas now, months later still on a trip away, my father asleep near me, In the middle of the night I hear again, again – the howling, the howling. And sometimes I can’t help but go and turn the shower up so high, Collapse and cry and here it comes the howling, the howling. It is the only sound not from your throat, it only comes from your tormented soul, My God, pray you never hear that howling, that howling. Written by Kimberly Jess Dedicated to her beloved brother Frank Stephen Yazum who was murdered March 23, 2000 Our favorite prayer to recite together*** GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE You, my sweet baby brother always told me to live life to it's fullest each and everyday. To Patrick From his sister Debbie D. LENIERE A million times we've needed you,  A million times we've cried;  If love alone could have saved you  You never would have died.  If all the world was ours to give  We would give, yes, and more.  To see you coming up the steps  To hear your voice, to see your smile,  To sit and talk with you a while.  To see you in the same old way  It would be our fondest day.  A heart of gold stopped beating,  Two eyes closed to rest,  God broke our hearts to prove to us  He takes only the best.  We miss you so much...........  Your children,Raekwon, Keiayven, La Shae  Mom,Nana,Ayanna, Jamin, Patrick, Bettina, Beverly, Kisha,Jessi and many friends and family  In Loving Memory of Patrick Cooke  My Brother and True Friend When I must leave you for a little while Please do not grieve and shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through the years, But start out bravely with a gallant smile And for my sake and in my name Live on and do all things the same Feed not your loneliness on empty days But fill each waking hour in useful ways Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near And never, never be afraid to die For I am waiting for you in the sky!! Helen Steiner Rice Patrick Cooke's Big Sis Debbie D Missing You I'll never forget the day My life was turned upside down I couldn't breathe I didn't know what to say The tears fell to the ground I wasn't ready for you to go To claim your place in heaven Where the streets are paved with gold Where the river of life flows A place where life truly begins You were not only my brother But my best friend A bond no other could ever compare A connection that can never be severed My love for you will never end      But the pain runs so deep within      Pouring through the hole in my heart      A hole that can never be filled      A place I save for you      Until we meet again      In heaven where we will never be apart      Ever again Until then I will keep you in my dreams I will hold on to the memories I will never give up hope As hard as it seems We will be together again In loving memory of my Brother ~Your Brother Chris~ Chris Cothren           LOST  Its been a year since I lost you Wondering how I could go on What would I do? You were the one who taught me  to live and helped me out But now your gone How could that be? Now who will teach and love my boys Bring laughter to them and  All the joys? The way a grandfather suppose to do From the day you got that name I knew my kids were blessed Cause their grandfather was you. But, we lost you now and they miss you so much for you were their one a father and all for they had no such. They'll meet up with you some day catch up to the lost times they've spent alone hugs and kisses will go on for ever as they meet up there in their new home.     love you daddy, always Pearl Moreno   "WHERE TO GO" Watch me walk away,  I am floating today,  I can feel the way,  your words have decayed.  Can you see me here?  The world is very clear,  answers start to appear,  I can see your fear.  Now I know,  where to go,  now I know,  who to show,  your love was,  a friend to me.  my love now,  sets me free.  -GOLDIE by Michael Goldie-Ryder 1978-1999 YOU WERE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN, SWEET AS THE FLOWERS. I'M MISSING YOU KYLE, BY PASSING HOURS. SHINING BLUE EYES, WIDE OPEN SMILE. THE MEMORIES OF YOU, OF MY SWEET LITTLE KYLE. I SAW YOU LYING THERE, SO PEACEFUL AND CONTENT. I BEGAN TO CRY, FOR IN AND OUT OF LIFE YOU WENT. I CAN STILL REMEMBER, YOUR VOICE THAT DAY. SAYING KNEE-KNEE I LOVE YOU, BUT SLOWLY FADING AWAY. ITS HARD WITH YOU NOT HERE, US BEING SO FAR APART. BUT YOUR KEPT CLOSE AND NEAR, ALWAYS IN MY HEART. YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SOON, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET KYLE. I WISH YOU THE STARS AND THE MOON, AND HUGS AND KISSES WORTH A MILE. YOUR IN EACH OF MY PRAYERS, AND EVERY WISH I MAKE. BEING TAKEN FROM US, WAS ONE OF GODS MISTAKES. I LOVE YOU TO DEATH, I WANT YOU TO KNOW. NO ONE CAN TAKE YOUR PLACE, YOUR SPIRIT NEED NOT GO. I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN NOW, SAFE IN GODS CARE. GOD MADE YOU A GUARDIAN ANGEL, UNTIL MOM AND ME GET THERE. DEDICATED TO MY 3YR OLD BROTHER:K.J. MISS YOU BUNCHES,LOVE BIG SISTER TIFFANY    So Young So Young! So Young! Your life's blood spilled On ground uncaring, cold. So Young! So Young!  To have been killed Such evil life unfolds. So young! Could not be long ago In mother's arms you lay So trusting as all babies know That fathers love will stay. So young! Could be just yesterday With family and friends, In childhood you would run and play Such faith as life begins! So young! So little time to learn From problems and mistakes So little time life's joys to earn, When young life evil takes. So young! So young! In grief and pain We see you lifeless lie. So Young! So Young!  With grief and pain We have to say good-bye. In Loving Memory of our daughter Tracy Murdered  11/1/91 Your Memory Will Always be with us! Love  Mom , Dad,  Stacy Samantha Rhodes Murdered at the age of 12 08/04/1985 -- 03/24/1998 Poem written by mom:Brenda Bratton “ I Must Let You Go” I go to sleep each night and you’re not tucked in your bed, Morning comes and you’re not here, I listen for your voice, not one word is said. I began my day missing you, not knowing what to say or do. I look into the mirror only to see sadness upon my face, The day has ended with God’s grace.  Tears began as I lay still in my bed, Thoughts of you tumbling in my head. I weep, until I fall to sleep. Awaken by the smell of your hair, I see you in a soft white glare. A beautiful blonde angel comes to my feet, she begins to speak. Momma, close your eyes for I remain in your memory forever,I’m where I want to be, no more tears no more fears.I’m safe in the arms of my farther for he knows how much you cared”. He knows the love we once shared, So now momma, you must let me go. My dear little girl, "Remember me" as you walk the streets of gold, I knew you were chosen to be my guardian angel, as he once chose you to be my little girl.  "Samantha, the little girl I must let go."  If you like to submit a poem or story, please email me.   The story or poem will run for at least 30 days. Please include your name and your child's name.   Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook