Family Death Poem

I wrote this poem for my nephew Jacob. He sadly passed away after living such a short life. The illness is still unexplained and makes it that much harder to get through these days without him. He has so many friends and family that love him more than our hearts could ever explain. He's with us forever!

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I know that feeling all too well. I once had my first born baby girl, Shola, who my fiancé and I planned. We were so, so happy, words couldn't explain till that dreaded day came. Shola was 6...

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Our Dearest Little Nephew Jacob

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Published: March 2011

Our dearest little Jacob
Who was so pure and so true.
It's not at all right
What has happened to you.

Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
You should have gone home
And been able to believe.

We know you're okay
And know that you're happy,
But it shouldn't be this way.
It's just no way to be.

Our dearest little Jacob
Whose hands were so small,
You were so young
When you had left us all.

You were one of a kind
And so easy to remember.
You're never forgotten
And in our hearts forever.

These days are so different.
They're no way the same.
It's now filled with sadness;
So many tears and so much pain.

Our dearest little Jacob
Who had only four short years.
You touched so many hearts
In the time you spent here.

You're looking down from above
With your new beautiful wings,
But we miss you so much
And it's so hard to stop weeping.

Take care of your mommy.
Always be by her side.
Give her sweet kisses
While she's sleeping at night.

Our dearest little Jacob,
You may no longer be here,
But know we love you dearly
And we know you're always near.

R.I.P. Jacob Allen  7/26/05-1/29/10 with us forever!

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  • Sophie by Sophie
  • 4 years ago

I know that feeling all too well. I once had my first born baby girl, Shola, who my fiancé and I planned. We were so, so happy, words couldn't explain till that dreaded day came. Shola was 6 and half months old and passed to SIDS. Our lives have never been the same since. Eighteen years have gone by, and we still hurt like hell. We just learned to cope with it, that's all. xxxxx

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