When A Smile Comes from Heaven
The smile you wear in this picture is priceless;

But, I'm sure this is no surprise.

And the love that is shared with you and your son

Shines bright in both of your eyes.


I hear you say to your precious son ...

Oh how I miss you so!

Words from a Mom's broken heart.

Too much pain for anyone to know!


But too many Moms have come to feel

The ache of a broken heart.

Oh, no one can imagine the misery

When your life is torn apart!


For a Mom brings a child into this world;

Only another Mom truly understands ...

To cherish that child that lay in her arms.

Later to walk together hand in hand.


But when that same child is taken from her,

Only another Mother knows her pain.

And the path that she walks daily thereafter ...

To another Mom ... She need not explain.

When the nighttime finds you crying again,

Understand that it's okay to cry.

The tears you shed have been shed by many!

And one day you'll understand why.


But for today, hold on to every memory.

Oh, cherish each moment of love.

The son you miss and long to hold each day ...

Watches over you from Heaven above!


So when you feel you are alone in your grief;

And your smiles are few and far between.

Take the hand of a friend who has been there.

And has seen what you have seen.


Oh, yes, I see the picture of you and your son.

Wearing a smile with such loving bliss.

If he could present you with any gift today ...

He'd send you a smile and seal it with a kiss!

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Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free;

I'm following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call,

I turned my back and I left it all.

I could not stay another day

To laugh, to love, to work, or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way.

I found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy--

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss--

Ah, yes, these things I, too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow;

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full; I 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 heart and share with me--

God wanted me now; He set me free.

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Lent child
"I'll lend you for a little while

A child of mine," God said;

"For you to love the while he lives

And mourn for when he's dead."


"It may be one or two years,

Or forty-two or three.

But will you, till I call him back.

Take care of him for me?"


"He'll bring his charms to gladden you;

And should his stay be brief,

You'll have his lovely memories

As a solace for your grief."


"I cannot promise he will stay,

Since all from earth return;

But the lessons taught in earthly realm

I want this child to learn."


"I've looked the whole world over

In searth of teachers true;

And from the ones that crowd life's lane,

I have chosen you."


"Will you give him all your tender care,

Nor think the labor vain,

Nor hate Me when I come to take

This lent child back again?"


And father then and mother said,

"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.

For joys Thy child will bring,

The risk of grief we'll run."


"We'll shelter him with tenderness;

We'll love him while we may;

And for the happiness we've known,

Forever grateful stay."


"But should Thy angels call for him

Much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the grief that comes to us

And try to understand."

Your Name

Soft as a feather, your name

Touches my lips,

My mind, my heart.

Bittersweet

Feelings of love

And loss fill me suddenly.

Joy, I've found at last,

Is touched by sadness

And emptiness without you.

And yet,

I live;

I breathe and go on,

As best I can.

Bravely,

I dream of conversations

And escapades,

Though now just memories--

So real for a moment,

I cry for myself.

The helplessness is terrifying

And cruel.

The quiet thunders in my ears.

Memories of a smile,

A look, a laugh, flood my mind,

Until I laugh and cry for want of you.

Oh, how I wish

Things could be different!

If only for a moment more with you!

I bless your name and God

For His love in letting me know you,

For our whole lifetime together.

Like music, your spirit surrounds me,

Bearing me up when my heart sinks.

I thank God for you, my angel,

Every time I speak your name.

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Gifts

One gift, above all others,

God gives to us to treasure--

One that knows no time, no place;

One that gold can't measure--


The precious, poignant, tender gift

of Memory--for it keeps

Our dear ones ever in our hearts,

Though they have gone to sleep.


It brings back long remembered things--

A song, a word, a smile--

And the world's a better place because

We had them for a while!

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My Mom is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor,

or so I've heard it said.

But I can hear her crying at night

when all others are in bed.


I watch her lie awake at night

and go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her

to help her understand.


But like the sands on the beach

that never wash away...

I watch over my surviving mom,

who thinks of me each day.


She wears a smile for others...

a smile of disguise!

But through Heaven's door I see

tears flowing from her eyes.


My mom tries to cope with death

to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her knows

it is her way to survive.


As I watch over my surviving mom

through Heaven's open door...

I try to tell her that angels

protect me forevermore.


I know that doesn't help her...

or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her...

and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...

no matter what she feels.

My surviving mom has a broken heart

that time won't ever heal

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The Chain
We little knew that morning

That God would call your name.

In life we loved you dearly;

In death we do the same.


It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.


You left us beautiful memories,

Your love is still our guide,

And though we cannot see you,

You are always by our side.


Our family chain is broken

And nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one,

The chain will link again.

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When God Calls Little Children
When God calls little children

to dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometime question

the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with

the death of one small child,

Who does so much to make our world

seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling

the aged to his fold,

And so He picks a rosebud,

before it can grow old.


God knows how much we need them,

and so He takes but few

To make the land of Heaven more

beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult, still

somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows

will always be "Goodbye."

So when a little child departs,

we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,

and angels are hard to find

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Tears
If tears could build a stairway

And memories were a lane,

I could walk right up to Heaven

And be with you again.


No farewell words were spoken--

No time to say goodbye;

You were gone before we knew it

And only God knows why.


My heart is sorely broken

And secret tears still flow;

What it meant to lose you,

No one can ever know.


But now I know you want us

To mourn for you no more,

To remember all the happy times

Life still has in store.

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Christmas In Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees,

Around the world below,

With tiny lights, like heaven's stars,

Reflecting on 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 the sound of music can't compare,

With the Christmas choir up here.

I know how much you miss me,

I see the pain inside your heart,

But I am not so far away,

We are really not apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones,

You know I hold you near,

And be glad I'm spending Christmas,

With Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift,

From my heavenly home above,

I send you each a memory,

Oh my undying love.

For after all Love is a gift,

More precious than pure gold,

It was always most important,

As you lift your eyes above.

So pleae love and help eachother,

As my Father said to do,

For I cannot count the blessings,

Or the love He has for you.

So have a Merry Christmas,

And wipe away that tear,

For I am spending Christmas,

WithJesus Christ this year.

I can't tell you of the splendor,

Or the peace, here in this place,

Can you just imagine Christmas,

With our Savior, face to face.

I'll ask Him to lift your spirit,

As I tell Him of your love,

So then pray for one another,

As you lift your eyes above.

So please let your hearts be joyful,

And let your spirit sing,

For I am spending Christmas in Heaven

And I'm walking with the King!

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