DottyBrantfrom Langhorne, PAAmy Joy's Mom
I wrotethison March 2, 2005 inthe 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
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
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,
HEREI SIT, ONMY BED OF BROKEN DREAMS
WITHACHINGHEART AND SILENT SCREAMS
THESUN RISESBUT REFUSES TO SHINE,
SOMANYQUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND
ITHAS TAKENIT'S TOLL, ALL THIS LOSS,
MYFAITHQUESTIONED, HEART BROKEN, FAMILY TORN APART,
EVILSPATH I'VECROSSED FORTHE SUN RISES BUT REFUSES TO SHINE
SOMANYQUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND
EVILHAS REAREDIT'S UGLY HEAD A CHILD GONE,
NOTENOUGH SAID OF THE PAIN ANDANGUISH IT CAUSES US ALL
ACHILD IS GONEBUT I STILL HERE HIM CALL
SOI SIT ANDMEND MY BROKEN DREAMS, WITH ACHING HEART AND SILENT SCREAMS
Iwill wait foryou to come, some day my angel boy, will take me home.
INLOVING MEMORY OFMY BROTHERAND FRIEND...
PATRICK SEAN COOKE1971/2000
DONT GRIEVE FOR ME, FORNOW IMFREE
IM FOLLOWING THE PATH GODLAIDFOR ME
I TOOK HIS HAND WHEN IHEARD HIMCALL
I TURNED MY BACK AND LEFTITALL
I COULD NOT STAY ANOTHERDAY
TO LAUGH, TO LOVE, TO WORKORPLAY
TASKS UNDONE MUST STAYTHATWAY
I FOUND THAT PEACE ATCLOSE OFDAY
IF MY PARTING HAS LEFT AVOID
THEN FILL IT WITHREMEMBEREDJOY
A FRIENDSHIP SHARED, ALAUGH, AKSS, AH, YES,
THESE THINGS I TOO WILLMISS
BE NOT BURDENED WITH TIMESOFSORROW
I WISH YOU THE SUSHINE OFTOMORROW
MY LIFE'S BEEN FULL, I'VESAVORED MUCH,
GOOD FRIENDS, GOOD TIMES,ALOVED ONE'S TOUCH
PERHAPS MY TIME SEEMED ALLTOOBRIEF,
DON'T LENGTHEN IT NOW WITHUNDUEGRIEF
LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS ANDSHAREWITH ME
GOD WANTED ME NOW HE SETMEFREE....
We will love you forever,Patrick... Debbie, Billand Chris
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
TheDepths of My Soul
TheDepths of MySoul
There’sa burningyearning to be
A Love that knows no limits
A pain that’s persistent
In a Life that’s sooptimistic
TheDepths ofMy Soul…
Showsa smile thatcrys
A logic that defies
A simplistic way to rely
Even if all wells seem torun dry
TheDepths of MySoul
Isdeeper than mostcan see
Especially the one whomtry tojudge me
Through my eyes my soul is
Plain as smoke
Most never see it and therest
TheDepths of MySoul
See it quite often
In my reflection
Still I fight for theright
In the middle of all thisoppression
The Depths of My Soul
Islike a silverreflector at
Like the violent explosionofstick
Likea cool breezeon
A hot summer night
Like an eagle soaring atit’s
TheDepths of MySoul
Pretty much worth exploring
A keeper of my word andfaith
Andto those whodon’t understand
My soul, Please! Know
How to hate…
TheDepths of MySoul
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...
Iwonder whatdid you think
as your life ebbed away?
If you could have spoken,
what did you have to say?
If youcouldhave lived
I wonder what part
Of the awful incident you'd
have kept in your heart?
or were you troubled and surprised?
Did you communicate with God?
Were there tears in your eyes?
and he knows our pain,
but how long does it take
for broken hearts to smile again?
about the problems you bore,
and I pray someday
my wondering will be no more!
WrittenbyLinnie H. Neely
the Grandmother of KP
Oh ! Soft White Clouds and Deep BlueSkies
OpenUp! and let us once again see :
OurBabyTati's Big Beautiful Eyes
OnceAgain ! Filled with Joy over
Playingwith a toy or a little girl, or a little boy.
Takeaway our fears and dry our tears
Ourbabyis an Angel in Heaven Up Above
Wecannot hold her and give her " All of Our Love"
Whowould have known that in a few minutes time-
Ourlives would be lifeless
becauseof this awful crime.
Ourhearts feel as though they have been stabbed with a knife,
Becausesomeone has taken our Tati's Life.
Ourminds they struggle to venture on -
Oursouls cry out everytime we have to see the one,
whodidthis to our Angel !
Oh!Merciful God !
Shewasso innocent - ONLY 2 (Two) Years Old !
Her Love and Her Spirit so Bright and so Bold !
Wethinkof all the families who suffer this fight !
Dayafter Day ! Night after Night !
OurAngel on Earth is now an Angel in Heaven
Shespreads her wings and flies so freely
Ithinkwhat keeps us going is knowing someday
Wewillsee her Big Beautiful Eyes
andshewill be looking back at us, oh so sweetly.
Untilthen we will wonder - we will struggle and fight for all
thechildren and families who suffer and try with all of theirmight:
toforget the tragic way
Ourloved ones left this life , and are now nowhere in our sight.
NoFamily ! Should ever have to say their baby or child was
killedor murdered !
EverydayI Pray ! That families not be victims all their lives and
havetolearn to live like this day after day
Seeingtheir lives now in a whole new way !
Nevertobe the same
Livingwith fear-grief and pain !
Oh! Soft White Clouds and Deep Blue Skies
OpenUpand Let Us See Once Again !
OurBabyTatiana's Big Beautiful Eyes
Filledwith Joy over playing with a toy or a little girl or a
BecauseWe Miss Her and Love Her So !
Our Arms Ache to Hold Her - Give Her Our Love
andWatch Her Grow !
Dedicated to : Tatiana Inaia MarieHall
April26, 1995-May 18, 1997 ( 2 years and 22 days on God's Earth )
From: Mommy-Daddy-( Me-Maw )
Writtenby : Me-Maw With All Of Her Heart-Soul and Love
Wendy Nicole Dickens
8/31/76 - 3/25/98
When wefirstmet, for thefirst time,
it was love at first site
If I had my way I would marry youtonight
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 backtogether
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 theair
Thank God for first connectionsand
thank God I found you
submitted by her Mom
In Memory of the Unjustified Death of
Rebekah-Marie Bales Zask
7/6/80 - 7/19/01
I imagineherspirit driftingthrough thenight,
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.
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 sheismuch too still,so
Robbed of her body, so rudely,
Killed. Killed is not the same
As merely dead.
©BarbaraBales 2001 allrightsreserved
A MOTHER'S LOVE
MICHAELMYSON, MY LOVE, AND MYSOUL ,
YOU WERE TAKEN FROM ME, BEYONDMYCONTROL.
YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THE FATE THAT YOUFACED,
I WOULD GIVE ALL I HAVE, TO HAVE TAKENYOURPLACE.
THEPAIN OFMY LOSS IS SO HARDTO BARE,
MY LIFE HAS BECOME A LIFE OFDESPAIR.
I TAKE EACH DAY ONE STEP AT ATIME,
WITH YOU IN MY HEART AND FOREVER ON MYMIND.
I KNOW IN MY HEART THERE'S A TIME WHENWE'LLBE,
FOREVER TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY.
YOUR NIECE'S WILL KNOW YOU WITH EACHDAYTHEY GROW.
FOR MYSONMICHAEL PIAZZA
I LOVEDYOUFROM THE FIRST TIMEI HELD YOUIN MY ARMS.
Stephen was my Brother and I Loved Himso,
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 wasbright,
Then it was Basketball, and runningaround,
Chasing the Girls all over the Town.
Then He met Susie and off they wouldgo,
Out to the Malls, or off to the Show,
Then I met Robbie My soon to be Wife,
I thought We Three would be togetherforLife!
Then came the Wedding, Oh,How happywere we,
He was my Best Man, And I Loved Himyou see,
But as We grew older, We grew apart,
But GOD, when You took Him, You brokemyHeart!
Your Big Brother, Tony
Hebegan tocry as the waterreaches theboat and
rocks it back, forth, back,forth. Histears roll
slowly down his young face and fallinto theocean below.
"Alone," he thinks, "AM I ALONE?" Ifeelempty - incomplete."
In his hand is a rose free from thornsthatprotected her.
The rose was pulled before it couldblossom,and her blanketwas
stripped except for one tinythorn. The boy pricks hisfinger on the thorn
and drops the dying rose. On thedeckof the boat, therose lies unopened.
The blood from the boy's fingertricklesdown his hand. He kisses the cut
softly, and the sky gives birth torain. The rain washesthe boy's tears away,
and he stands still, drinking nature'slifegiver. Heknows what he has missed
now. The rose that lay on thedeckalso drinks the rain.and she opens her
petals for the boy. The boypicks herup and holds herto his cheek. The boy
then smiles as life washes his tearsaway.....
by........... Renee DiCicco, murdered June10th, 2000
Submittedbyher Father CarloDiCicco
IHARDLYREMEMBER THE DAY YOUDIED
SOME SAY IT RAINED I CANT SAY IT TRUE
BUT IT MAY HAVE BEEN, FOR I KNOW THEANGELSCRIED
I’VENEVERSEEN ANY ANGLES CRY
BUT IM SURE THEY DID
AS THEY STOOD BY YOUR SIDE
AS THESUNFADED AWAY
THE SKYS TURNED TO GRAY
AS THE WORD YELLED WAS YOUR NAME
GOD ALSO DID THE SAME
HE HELDYOUBY YOUR HAND
AND TOOK YOU BY HIS SIDE
AND THE ANGELS STOOD THEIR
AS THEY WATCHED AND CRIED
NOTONLY DOANGELS CRY
FOR WE DO TO JOE
FOR WE CRY EVERYDAY
WONDERING WHY YOU HAD TO GO
BUTKNOW YOURIN A BETTER PLACE
WHERE THE ANGELS NOW SMILE
AND FOR US THERE'S AN ANGEL
WITH YOUR LITTLE FACE
FOR WEALLNOW KNOW
WHEN SOMEONE DIES
NOT ONLY US BUT ANGELS
written for Joe Manuel Moreno, Jr
by Pearl Moreno
Did theangels come from heaven
to help you through that night
Did they feel your terror
And take away your fright
Did theangels bear the pain
That was being done to you
Did they hear your cries of fear
And stayed to help you through
Did theangels hold you tightly
The way I would of done
Did they know how I would feel
And wish they were the one
Did theangels cry out loudly
For the unjustness of your plight
Did they call Lord Jesus
And lead you to the light
Did theangels softly kiss yourcheek
Before you took your leave
Did they remind you how I loved you so
And forever more I'd grieve
Did theangels whisper in yourear
Don't worry you will not go alone
Did they know part of me went with you
The day God called you home
InMemory ofmy daughter Mary
Sadly missed and Loved
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 everyonecry,
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.
(This poem was written after Stevedied in1988)
(Steve's Mom is Sandra)
~MY SON ~
Candles,myson, shine for you
Midstthetears of calling your name
Butonly tohear it come back to the same.
I callyou myson, hopingyou'll hear
Wanting to run and wipe away my tear,
You call, "Don't cry Mom, please donot cry
I am so very happy," you say with asigh.
Thisplace isso beautiful thehills oh sogreen,
Heaven is more glorious that eye haseverseen.
The roses more fragrant, the air oh,so clear
You must not forget that I'm muchhappierhere.
OhMother,don't cry, there isso much to do
But for the time, I send my love downto you.
So now my dear Mom, you have nothingto dread
I'll lie on the hills with flowers tocradlemy head.
Oneday, Mom,you'll know thepeace that ishere.
Please, Mom, don't worry, there's noreasonto fear
That I might be alone, frightened orscared,
I have my God who has so gloriouslyprepared
for us......our whole family.....ahome ofpure joy
Where no one's unhappy, not one girlor boy.
For nofathers or mother, notears do theyshed,
For our Father watches o're us, so wedo nottread
On sorrows or pain, but only blessingsabove
All of these pains, fly away on thewing ofthe dove.
In Memory of her son Carl
Godlookedaround his gardenand found anempty place.
He then looked down upon this earth,and sawyour worried face.
He put his loving arms around you andliftedyou to rest.
your carefree loving nature, kindnessandunselfishness
Your roads of life were getting roughthehills harder toclimb
God decided to close your tiresomeeyes,Leaving your worriesbehind
he came to you when you needed him,whispering softly
"Peace Be Thine."
Loosingyouhas broken myheart,
destorted all of my dreams
an ongoing wait for you to call or avisitthat will never be
A piece of me died with you thatnight
"the night God called you home" stilltinypieces of me dieeach day
just to know you are really gone
Gods garden must be so beautifulalwaystaking 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 ofgold
Takecareof moms ole'heart, takecare of my memories
holding them close in view
some peacefilled night or joyfulday
the rest of me will find you !
Christopher was murdered March 9 or10, 2000
Christopher's Mom is DiDi
YOURTIMEWITH US WAS FAR TOOSHORT...THERE SHOULD HAVEBEEN MORE YEARS...TO SPEND WITH LAUGHTER AND NOT THE TEARS~~ THERE WASNO TIME FOR GOOD-BYES OR KISSES ON THE CHEEK...OUR FAREWELL HAS BEENLEFT, TOTALLY INCOMPLETE~~ YOU HELPED ME PICK OUT YOUR FUNERAL CLOTHESAND TOLD ME TO, "LOOK TO THE LEFT FOR THE RAINBOW"...AND WHEN I SAWTHAT BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW, I KNEW THAT YOU SENT IT TO ME, TO EASE THEPAIN, AS I GO~~ EVEN THOUGH, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART... TO SEEYOUR FACE AND TOUCH YOU AGAIN, WOULD BE THE GRATEST PART~~SO, I WILLCONTINUE TO LOOK FOR YOU IN THE RAINBOW, UNTIL IT IS MY TIME TO ALSOGO........
WrittenforJason by Mom.
Goldenhair and eyes of blue
sentdown from Heaven
you were mommies dream come true
and a laugh so sweet
you made mommy feel complete
Smallarmswith big hugs togive
you gave mommy a reason to live
with kisses so sweet
it made mommy happy
just to hear the pitter-patter ofyourtiny feet
they shut the lid
mommy would have gave her life
so you could have lived
two years of pain
my grieve has taught me
things I can't explain
two years apart
has only brought you closer
to mommy's heart.
mommy to my precious angel HayleyAnna
IFTEARSCOULD BUILD A STAIRWAYAN MEMORIESWERE 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 WEREGONE BEFORE I KNEW IT AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY. MY HEART STILL ACHES INSADNESS AND SECRET TEARS STILL FLOW, WHAT IT MEANT TO LOSE YOU NO ONEWILL EVER KNOW.
I MISSYOUSO! LOVE MOM(DEBORAHLANHAM)
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU JOHN LANHAM IV!
ToThe WindBeneath My Wings
A yeartodayhas gone by. Ayear today Istill cry; a year today I still ask why. Don't question they say. SoQuan, I just pray everynight, everyday; looking at the sky above- star,moon, things-- looking mostly to you The Wind Beneath My Wings, the oneI love.
submitted by JaQuan's Mom
that if you are very lucky in thislife youwill never hear,
(and luckier still if you never have areason to make it)
it’s the howling, the howling.
Thebestactor in the world
could never recreate it,
for you actually have to feel it – youcannot fake it,
it’s the howling, the howling.
I firstheardit early onemorning this March
my mother on the phone,
your brother has been murdered
oh the howling, the howling.
In thecoldmorgue, Dad and Ihad to identify
his little handicapped body stabbed 36times, throat slit,
How could someone do this to one sodefenseless?
Please God No, oh the howling, thehowling.
It cameagaintoo soon – thatafternoon
I had to tell the children,
Your dear uncle, something terrible,how canI ever explain?
have you ever heard a child howling,howling?
Sevenweekslater, it came again
my in-laws said “we want nothing to dowithyou now”,
My husband begs them “please, pleasedon’t”
How could someone? – oh the howling,thehowling.
Christmasnow, months laterstill
on a trip away, my father asleep nearme,
In the middle of the night I hear
again, again – the howling, thehowling.
AndsometimesI can’t help butgo
and turn the shower up so high,
Collapse and cry and here it comes
the howling, the howling.
It istheonly sound not fromyour throat,
it only comes from your tormented soul,
My God, pray you never hear
that howling, that howling.
Dedicated to her beloved brother FrankStephen Yazum
who was murdered March 23, 2000
Ourfavorite prayer torecite together***
GOD GRANT ME THESERENITY TO ACCEPT THETHINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND THEWISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
You, my sweetbabybrother always toldme to live life to it's fullest each and everyday.
From his sisterDebbieD.
Amilliontimes we've neededyou,
A million times we've cried;
If love alone could have savedyou
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 yoursmile,
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 tous
He takes only the best.
Your children,Raekwon, Keiayven, LaShae
Mom,Nana,Ayanna, Jamin, Patrick,Bettina,Beverly, Kisha,Jessiand many friends and family
In LovingMemory ofPatrick Cooke
My Brother andTrueFriend
When Imust leave youfor a little while
Please do notgrieveand shed wild tears
And hug yoursorrow toyou through theyears,
But start outbravelywith a gallantsmile
And for my sakeand inmy name
Live on and doallthings the same
Feed not yourloneliness on empty days
But fill eachwakinghour in useful ways
Reach out yourhand incomfort and incheer
And I in turnwillcomfort you and holdyou near
And never, neverbeafraid to die
For I am waitingforyou in the sky!!
PatrickCooke's Big Sis
I'llnever forget theday
My life wasturnedupside down
I didn't knowwhat tosay
The tears fellto theground
I wasn'tready for youto go
To claim yourplace inheaven
Where thestreets arepaved with gold
Where the riveroflife flows
A place wherelifetruly begins
You werenot only mybrother
But my bestfriend
A bond no othercouldever compare
A connectionthat cannever be severed
My love for youwillnever end
But the pain runs so deep within
Pouring throughthe hole in my heart
A hole that cannever be filled
A place I savefor you
Until we meetagain
In heaven wherewe will never be apart
Untilthen I will keepyou in my dreams
I will hold onto thememories
I will nevergive uphope
As hard as itseems
We will betogetheragain
In lovingmemory of myBrother
Itsbeen ayear since I lost you
Wondering how I could go on
What would I do?
Youwere theone who taughtme
to live and helped me out
But now your gone
How could that be?
Now whowillteach and love
Bring laughter to them and
All the joys?
The wayagrandfather supposeto do
From the day you got that name
I knew my kids were blessed
Cause their grandfather was you.
But, welostyou now
and they miss you so much
for you were their one a father and all
for they had no such.
They'llmeetup with you someday
catch up to the lost times they'vespentalone
hugs and kisses will go on for ever
as they meet up there in their newhome.
love you daddy,alwaysPearl Moreno
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.
by Michael Goldie-Ryder
YOUWERE ASBRIGHT 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 SISTERTIFFANY
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.
Soyoung!Could not be long ago
In mother's arms you lay
So trusting as all babies know
That fathers love will stay.
Soyoung!Could be justyesterday
With family and friends,
In childhood you would run and play
Such faith as life begins!
Soyoung! Solittle time tolearn
From problems and mistakes
So little time life's joys to earn,
When young life evil takes.
In grief and pain
We see you lifeless lie.
So Young! So Young!
With grief and pain
We have to say good-bye.
InLovingMemory of ourdaughter Tracy
Your Memory Will Always be with us!
Love Mom , Dad, Stacy
SamanthaRhodes Murdered at theage of 12
08/04/1985 -- 03/24/1998
Poem written by mom:Brenda Bratton
“ IMust LetYou Go”
I go tosleepeach night andyou’re not tucked in your bed, Morning comes and you’re not here, Ilisten for your voice, not one word is said. I began my day missingyou, not knowing what to say or do. I look into the mirror only to seesadness upon my face, The day has ended with God’s grace.
Tearsbeganas I lay still inmy bed, Thoughts of you tumbling in my head. I weep, until I fall tosleep. Awaken by the smell of your hair, I see you in a soft whiteglare. 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 Iwant to be, no more tears no more fears.I’m safe in the arms of myfarther for he knows how much you cared”. He knows the love we onceshared, 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 chosento be my guardian angel, as he once chose you to be my littlegirl.
"Samantha, thelittle girlI must letgo."
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