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Nov 28, 2007 14:48:30 GMT -5
Post by Blighted Ovum Board Admin on Nov 28, 2007 14:48:30 GMT -5
Please post inspirational poems here.
(Because we had a lot of different threads going here for much the same thing I've condensed them into one to start with, and have attributed the posts to who wrote them. I hope those who previously contributed do not mind that I've done this, the reason I did this was to make it easier for those to easily find what has been written.)
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Nov 28, 2007 14:49:46 GMT -5
Post by Blighted Ovum Board Admin on Nov 28, 2007 14:49:46 GMT -5
What Makes a Mother By Jennifer Wasik I thought of you and closed my eyes, And prayed to God today. I asked what makes a Mother, And I know I heard him say:
A mother has a baby, This we know is true. But, God, can you be a mother, When your baby's not with you?
Yes, you can He replied, With confidence in His voice. I give many women babies, When they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime, And others for a day. And some I send to feel your womb, But there's no need to stay.
I just don't understand this God, I want my baby here. He took a breath and cleared his throat, And then I saw a tear.
I wish that I could show you, What your child is doing today, If you could see your child smile, With other children who say:
We go to earth and learn our lessons, Of love and life and fear. My mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here.
I feel so lucky to have a mom, Who had so much love for me. I learned my lessons very quickly, My mommy set me free.
I miss my mommy oh so much, But I visit her each day. When she goes to sleep, On her pillow's where I lay.
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, And whisper in her ear. "Mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here."
So you see my dear sweet one, Your children are Ok. Your babies are here in My home, They'll be at heavens gate for you.
So now you see what makes a mother. It's the feeling in your heart. It's the love you had so much of, Right from the very start.
Though some on earth may not realize you are a mother, until their time is done.
They'll be up here with me one day, And you'll know that you're the best one!
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Nov 28, 2007 14:52:47 GMT -5
Post by Blighted Ovum Board Admin on Nov 28, 2007 14:52:47 GMT -5
Contributed by andee January 2006: To Brett by:Eileen Knight Hagemeister It must be very difficult To be a man in grief, Since "men don't cry"and "men are strong" No tears can bring relief. It must be very difficult To stand up to the test And field calls and visitors So she can get some rest. They always ask if she's all right And what she's going through, But seldom take his hand and ask, "My friend,but how are you?" He hears her crying in the night And thinks his heart will break. He dries her tears and comforts her, But "stays strong" for her sake. It must very difficult To start each day anew And try to be so very brave--- He lost his baby too. and Just Those Few Weeks by:Susan Erling this is copyrighted. For those few weeks-- I had you to myself. And that seems to short a time to be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks-- I came to know you... and to love you. You came to trust me with your life. Oh, what a life I had planned for you! Just those few weeks-- When I lost you. I lost a lifetime of hopes, plans,dreams,and aspirations... A slice of my future simply vanished overnight. Just those few weeks-- It wasn't enough to convince others how special and important you were. How odd,a truly unique person has recently died and no one is mouning the passing. Just a few more weeks--- And no "normal" person would cry all night over a tiny,unfinished baby, or get depressed and withdraw day after endless day. No one would,so why am I? You were those few weeks my little one you darted in and out my life too quickly. But it seems that's all the time you needed to make my life so much richer and give me a small glimpse of eternity. excerpted with permission from Rainbow After a Storm
Since I listed who wrote these I hope I haven't plagerised.
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Nov 28, 2007 14:54:49 GMT -5
Post by Blighted Ovum Board Admin on Nov 28, 2007 14:54:49 GMT -5
Posted by egirl: "See" the Beauty in Everything.
The Most Beautiful Flower The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave . So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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Nov 28, 2007 15:15:17 GMT -5
Post by Blighted Ovum Board Admin on Nov 28, 2007 15:15:17 GMT -5
Contributed by lfischer: HOPE
Hope is not the closing of your eyes to the difficulty, the risk, or the failure.
It is a trust that - if I fail now - I shall not fail forever; and if I am hurt, I shall be healed.
It is a trust that life is good, love is powerful, and the future is full of promise.
- Anonymous
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Dec 12, 2007 17:27:23 GMT -5
Post by mle24dec on Dec 12, 2007 17:27:23 GMT -5
Contributed by carly3030: My First Christmas in Heaven Author Unknown I see the countless Christmas Trees, around the world below. With tiny lights like Heaven’s stars, reflecting off the snow. The sight is so spectacular! Please wipe away that tear. For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, But your sounds of music can’t compare, with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it is beyond description, when you hear the angles sing. I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart. Even though I am so far away, we really aren’t apart. So, be happy for me loved ones. You know I hold you dear. Take comfort that I’m spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year. I’m sending you a special gift from my heavenly home above. I am sending you each a memory of my undying love. After all, LOVE is the gift more precious than gold. It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told. Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do, for I can’t count the blessings, or the love HE has for you. So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear! Remember that I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.
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Jan 8, 2008 21:52:34 GMT -5
Post by jennrlb on Jan 8, 2008 21:52:34 GMT -5
JESUS, IS HE WITH YOU?
Jesus is he with you? I wonder every day I sit and wonder why he's gone And why he could not stay
Every part of me is empty I feel I can't go on But when I look to heaven I hear this beautiful song
Mommy I am with him He holds me in his arms When ever I am with him He keeps me safe and warm
He says you shouldn't worry I am safe and loved right here With all the other baby angels that passed within the years
We have a special place up here He thought that you should know Where the Blessed Mother takes your place for now until you show
When I hear this precious little voice From the heavens above I know that all the angels are showering him with love
For everyone that wants to hear their babies voice so innocent and sweet Just close your eyes and begin to pray and embrace them in your sleep.
(c) Angela Gibson All Rights Reserved
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Jan 8, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
Post by jennrlb on Jan 8, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
Mommy's Little Baby By LisaMarie Emerle
Mommy's little baby is not really far away I'm keeping you in my heart and that's how it's gonna stay! Although you didn't meet me and look into my eyes Mommy will be thinking of you when I look up in the skies And when I feel the sunshine ... shining down on me I will know you're safe & happy and where you have to be I have so many questions and there are no answers to find But don't think for just a second that you'll ever leave my mind You my precious angel made a mommy out of me But our Father up in Heaven chose to raise you instead of me God must have so much in store and wonderful plans for you So I will carry this burden of pain so all your dreams come true! So don't you cry any tears my love - be happy and be free When God decides it's time....you will meet Daddy and me You are very special both here and in heaven above No matter where you are my angel you have Daddy & Mommy's Love!
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Nov 13, 2012 2:50:47 GMT -5
Post by sarahagrauman on Nov 13, 2012 2:50:47 GMT -5
My sweet angel, my blighted ovum - By Sarah Audrey Grauman We were so happy from the start, A baby, a life, a beating heart. Mommy was joyed and dreamed of holding you, Daddy made plans of all the things you would do. Then we were crushed to know what had been done, no baby, no life, no heartbeat, all gone. Mommy was sad and daddy was peeved, How could this happen to our little seed. We cried, and relived the dreams we had for you, We tried to make sense of what happened to you. Forever, together in our hearts you'll be loved, Because god needed you angel to watch over us from above. -------------- I am not much of a writer at all But I found a bit of comfort in writing this little poem, it came with quite a few tears. In its own way felt like a memorial and good way to say goodbye. I still feel that the hardest part of MCing for me is not having a proper goodbye. Anyways I wanted to post this so maybe another might find comfort in writing a poem or quote and having their own feeling of a more special goodbye like I did.
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