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61. I'm Here For You
- By Meljo
- Published: October 2009
A Heartfelt Poem For A Grieving Friend

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I feel your sadness
Oh, how can I take away your tears
You are truly one incredible mother
Who's been through so much in all those years

I feel your sadness
Oh, how can I take away your tears
You are truly one incredible mother
Who's been through so much in all those years

My dearest dearest Lisa
I don't know what to say
Oh, so much tragedy
Has finally come your way

I wish I could take some of your misery
And share part of your deep wrenching pain
I wish that God would somehow reject Dom in heaven
And brings him back to us again

I wish I can just come right over
And tell you that everything is all right
I wish I can just do something, anything
Or just to hold you tight

I know you just want to be alone right now
To try and make sense of what's going on
To try and answer the many 'why' questions
And how to ever move on

I wish you will eventually find some comfort
In knowing that you did your best
But there was nothing that anyone could've done for our little angel
And now he lays to rest

I'm sure he knows how much he was loved by you
He had the best Mummy in the whole wide world
Who would trade her life for him if she could
If only that were possible

I know that no one can take away your suffering
Or even really feel your pain
But I want you to know that I'm here for you
Waiting for you to get back on your feet again
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62. Death Unnoticed
- By Harold Daigle
- Published: November 2016
The Void Left By Loved One's Passing

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Out there in the Milky Way,
Where a billion stars call home,
When you look really close,
You'll see that each is alone.

Out there in the Milky Way,
Where a billion stars call home,
When you look really close,
You'll see that each is alone.

No one less important
When lighting the evening skies,
Yet very few take notice
When one of them dies.

A black hole is created;
A dark shadow is cast,
And only those who are closest
Fear how long this will last.

The void that has been left there
Seems to draw all within.
Only time has the power to
Help the light shine again.
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63. A Life Lost
- By Charles Vince
- Published: August 2012
Poem Recalling Night Of Son's Death

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Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.

Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.
"Do you have a son named Philip?" he asks.

With those few words our lives forever change.
We will never be the family we were, ever again.
Almost eighteen, in the prime of his life.
A careless driver has ended what should have been
a life full of promise, of hopes and of dreams.

Our lives must go on, what else can we do?
We know our faith in God will see us through.
He spoke to my heart, my soul and my mind.
"My precious child, He has been with me
since the moment he died."
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64. Here I Stand
- By Shannon Foreman
- Published: October 2013
Poem From A Grieving Mother

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Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.

Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.
I would have made the choice if I'd been given one-
Today someone will die; either you or your son.
I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me!
He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!"
But obviously God doesn't work that way,
For whatever reason, He wanted you that day.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes.
Every day for four years, I can't tell you goodbye.
I only say I love you and try to concentrate,
To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your handsome face.
And if I live to be a hundred, I'll still ask Him every day
Why didn't He take me instead of my only child away?
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65. Loss
- By Richard Kalfus
- Published: January 2016
The Loss Of A Son And A Mother's Grief

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It makes no sense,
not in the normal cycle of life.
"A child should never in death
precede the parents," they tell me.

It makes no sense,
not in the normal cycle of life.
"A child should never in death
precede the parents," they tell me.
"Time will heal," I hear.
"He's in a better place," I hear
from family,
from friends,
from colleagues.
They sound like nursery rhymes,
naïve refrains sung over and over.

I am angry,
for I am his mother, his friend,
his protector.
"Get out of the sun.
Don't forget your umbrella.
Don't swim where I can't see you."

I even wallow in the thought
of time passing without him.
Is that all that remains?
My anger, my sorrow, my pain?
How can the loss of time together
become less of a loss tomorrow?
How will I ever live again?

A sudden reflex motion,
I open my wallet,
a photo falls out.
In one hand he is holding
a red balloon,
in the other hand
his well-used blanket.
He is laughing.
I can see that.
I can hear that.

And I let go of my anger,
perhaps not forever,
but for now, he is beside me,
and I am laughing too.
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66. Kenn
- By Carolyn
- Published: March 2008
Death Of Only Child Poem

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I know that my son has passed away
But I will love him until my dying day.
So please listen to my memories every now and then.
Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Kenn.

I know that my son has passed away
But I will love him until my dying day.
So please listen to my memories every now and then.
Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Kenn.

His hair was brown, his eyes were blue.
He never left without saying I love you.
He never caused us any pain,
With his life we had everything to gain.

We gained from him even in death.
He brought us to God and there is no greater wealth.
Yes, for our son there could be no other.
I thank God for choosing me to be his Mother.
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67. I Love You
- By Synisha Bailey
- Published: August 2008
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I never got to know you
I never got to hold you
I never got to kiss you
But I'll always miss you

I never got to know you
I never got to hold you
I never got to kiss you
But I'll always miss you

Mom says she's the blame
I say she's not the blame
There's people out here just the same
Yeah some might say it's lame

I am going insane
From all this pain
I think your tears are in the rain
I just can't handle this much pain

I can't wait to get to heaven and hold you
And sit down and get to know you
I will never stop kissing you
And I will never stop missing you

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68. Leaving Tears
- By Lawrence J. Bach
- Published: July 2013
Poem From A Grieving Father

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The mourning, misty oak leaves weep.
Warm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams,
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams.

The mourning, misty oak leaves weep.
Warm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams,
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams.

Wolves howl under a death pale moon.
Dark sirens from the forest gloom.
Black winds carry the raven's cry.
Steve's severed spirit crossed the sky.

Strong oak forest groans and grieves
For red drops dripping on its leaves
From a son who lies beneath the sod
In peaceful rest from loving God.

The mourning oak tree sheds its tears,
For laughter it no longer hears.
Clear drops hang from limbs in sorrow
And drowns all dreams of hope tomorrow.

Each night a father hangs his head
Against the dark; he cries, eyes red
While Steven dreams in still-heart sleep.
The oaks, they haunt yet nightly weep.
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69. Tiny Angel Wings
- By Kelly Autobee
- Published: May 2011
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God has tiny angels,
Flying in his heaven,
Looking over you and me
Now it has little Carley Jean,

God has tiny angels,
Flying in his heaven,
Looking over you and me
Now it has little Carley Jean,
A tiny angel has received her wings.

She's watching over her little sister,
And her mommy especially.
She's wrapping her tiny angel wings
Around their hearts so very gently.

She sees her loving family
with so much love in their eyes,
She holds her tiny angel heart,
And knows, true love never dies.
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70. The Handing Over
- By Lisa Willhite
- Published: May 2010
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I stand before a vision so dreadful
knees weakened and shoulders, oh so weighted
reliving life, becoming regretful
for I questioned what God had since fated

I stand before a vision so dreadful
knees weakened and shoulders, oh so weighted
reliving life, becoming regretful
for I questioned what God had since fated

I fight the desire to "fall to knees"
a strong mother of sons never gives in
till his lips mouth, "I'm fine," again to me
letting him go will be my greatest sin

Have you love that can test as strong as mine
I ask you Lord, for I am his mother
will you kiss his cheeks, and hug hugs like mine
and be sure he sleeps, beneath the covers?

Deaf ears I fear, that are not of my own
till I hear as I fall, momma I'm home
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71. A Celebration
- By Mike Salipot
- Published: September 2011
Father Deals With The Death Of Baby Poem

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Bought a cake on a Sunday
For my son's special day,
Brought flowers and a toy
All for my little boy.

Bought a cake on a Sunday
For my son's special day,
Brought flowers and a toy
All for my little boy.
Sing a song of "Happy Birthday!" I did
While the candle on the cake I lit,
And when it's time for him to blow,
A gust of wind, so strong, did so,
In my heart, at once I knew,
That it was him, my son, who blew.
Heaven must be celebrating today
For it is my angel's special day.
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Dear Angel,
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72. Balloons
- By Tara Pendley
- Published: December 2008
To Everyone Who Has Ever Lost A Child

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I wonder what color my balloons will be,
but as an Aunt it doesn't matter to me.
It can be many colors, I choose red, green, and yellow,
I think I will pick a color for a fellow.

I wonder what color my balloons will be,
but as an Aunt it doesn't matter to me.
It can be many colors, I choose red, green, and yellow,
I think I will pick a color for a fellow.
I will let that yellow one go to the sky
and it will fly very high
until it reaches heaven for a boy,
and he will be filled with so much joy.
I will keep the other two balloons for his brothers and sisters.
And they will be filled with Jobey's whispers.
Jobey didn't live very long and so
his mother and father had to let him go.
He will always be in our hearts,
He will be forever our special sweetheart.
So anytime you see a balloon float by,
think of that someone you love in the sky.
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73. Ode To Matthew
- By Joe Chow
- Published: April 2009
Death Of A Baby Grandson

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Matthew...

Have I not seen you a thousand-thousand times?

Matthew...

Have I not seen you a thousand-thousand times?

Among every movie, picture, and greeting card, have I not stared into your eyes?

Did I not spend every waking hour and every sleepless night mentally creating that which I should deem more than perfect?

Now, seeing your tiny fingers and little toes, your turned up nose and pouty mouth...will I not cherish such a vision?

Are you not the object dreams are made of?

Surely finite spaces shall never hold thee...certainly every dream, of every child, is merely a smattering of what you were to be...

Shall my heart ever stop breaking knowing that you will never be completely mine...

And yet...had I never seen you...how much more empty my life shall have been...xo grandpa

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74. Holding You Close
- By Lucinda Orwin
- Published: January 2011
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Even though you're gone,
I can still feel you here.
Even though I didn't know you,
I can still feel you here.

Even though you're gone,
I can still feel you here.
Even though I didn't know you,
I can still feel you here.

One tiny little thing
Reminds me of you each day.
I hold close to my heart,
This one tiny little thing.

The picture I look at,
With tears in my eyes,
Reminds me of you more and more,
Just one look at that picture.

You were so beautiful,
That tiny graceful face,
Such a cute little baby,
More beautiful than most.

I wish you were here now,
Right here by my side,
'Cause maybe you could wipe away my tears,
If only you were here.

Always treasure the small things.
The small things in your life,
They can mean the most important things,
Those tiny treasures in life.

Now never ever forget,
Keep you friends close to you,
Your family closer,
And once they're gone,
Keep what was special to them.
They are the things that help you remember.
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75. Why I Am Left Alone
- By Crystal
- Published: April 2008
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Why do all the people I care for have to die.
Why do I have to sit here and pretend I'm happy when there's so much pain inside.
Why do I have to see you go so far and never knowing you wouldn't come back.
Why do I have to be the one to lose everyone I love.

Why do all the people I care for have to die.
Why do I have to sit here and pretend I'm happy when there's so much pain inside.
Why do I have to see you go so far and never knowing you wouldn't come back.
Why do I have to be the one to lose everyone I love.
Why do I have to see everyone I care for leave me here to die, when I stayed by their side.
It seems in this world I'm all alone, and my self calling hell my home.
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76. Dance Again
- By Lisa Hart
- Published: March 2014
Comfort After Dreaming Of Son Who Passed

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I see a waltz frozen in time,
dancing and spinning, spinning and dancing.
My ear pressed up against his chest,
I hear his heartbeat over and over again.

I see a waltz frozen in time,
dancing and spinning, spinning and dancing.
My ear pressed up against his chest,
I hear his heartbeat over and over again.
Spinning and dancing, dancing and spinning,
in this...our frozen waltz in time.

Through the mist of this dance,
I see a small ray of light.
I know in my heart this must be the sun,
inch by inch...
I feel its warmth, slowly melting our frozen waltz in time.

I cry out to the sun,
no, please go away...
please don't wake me and make my waltz go away.
Let me continue dancing and spinning
and spinning and dancing in this...
our frozen waltz in time.

Yet...the sun keeps coming,
rising higher and higher,
melting away this frozen waltz
that I have danced with you for so long.

Again, I cry out.
No, please go away.
My hands are slipping, and I can't hold on,
and the sound of his heart is fading away.
Please sun...leave us alone.

The sun is now above me,
and the dance floor has disappeared,
but tell me sun, please tell me,
why my frozen waltz is no longer here?

Then I opened my eyes, I started to smile,
It was just a dream.
My son and me in this frozen time,
dancing and spinning and spinning and dancing,
in this frozen waltz in time.

Thank you, God, for one more waltz,
one more dance with him,
and when I close my eyes tonight,
please let me dance again.
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77. A Mother's Touch
- By Shawna R. Brown
- Published: July 2006
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Lay down my little angel
I will rock you to sleep
Close your eyes my little angel,
And don't make a peep....

Lay down my little angel
I will rock you to sleep
Close your eyes my little angel,
And don't make a peep.
She holds you close or so you think;
Until you awake and her touch is a dream.

What happened to the warmth, her hands used to bring.
What happened to the mellow, her sweet voice used to sing.
What happened to the smell, her perfume left behind?
What happened to the kiss, she left on my forehead.
What happened to the prayer, she said before bed.

Was it just a dream or long, long ago?
Maybe a year or three.
I guess I will never know.

Will I ever feel her touch?
Will I ever see her smile?
Will she ever kiss my forehead?
Will she ever pray with me just before bed?

Am I her little angel or was it just a dream?
Am I her little angel or so it seemed?
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Liam James Burden - Page 4

61. I'm Here For You

62. Death Unnoticed

63. A Life Lost

64. Here I Stand

65. Loss

66. Kenn

67. I Love You

68. Leaving Tears

69. Tiny Angel Wings

70. The Handing Over

71. A Celebration

72. Balloons

73. Ode To Matthew

74. Holding You Close

75. Why I Am Left Alone

76. Dance Again

77. A Mother's Touch