In Memory of Nicholson - A memorial for my sweet triplet baby boy . .Index

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My Angel, My Son

Nicholson Taylor, my angel, my son
I love you so much and will never be done.

You came in to my life too soon to keep
I miss you more than any words can speak.

I think about you each and every day
And wish I could have made you stay.

It’s with your mommy that you belong
But God called you to hear the angels song.

So many nights I sit alone and cry
And wonder why you had to die.

I held you my love as you slipped away
And I wish I had just one more endless day.

To hold you, to kiss you, to have you with me
As you see my son, the same my life will never be.

I know you watch over mommy, daddy and your sisters too
And when they are older, they will know about you.

How much you were wanted, how much you were loved
How painful it was when you went to heaven above.

I ask you to wait for me sweet baby boy
As one day I know we will be reunited in joy.

Nicholson Taylor, my angel, my son
You and I have only just begun.

~ Written with love by Nicholson's mommy ~
~ Please do not copy this poem as it is for Nicholson alone ~

You Never Said Goodbye

You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.

~ Author Unknown ~

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 lay 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.

~Kaye Des'Ormeaux~

This candle burns eternally for
~ Nicholson Taylor DeAngelis ~

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