Collected Poems etc...
these poems were found on the internet.. if you are the author of any of these poems please e-mail me and I will remove it or give you the credit.. whichever you prefer.... I am a grieving mom with a broken grieving heart.. if your poem is here it is because it touched me and helped my grieving heart.. I thought it may help other grieving parents. Thank you.
SONSWhen your days are all counted according to plan, And your time on earth is through,
And you pass through those heavenly gates, You will find him waiting for you.
You won't recognize him by his size,
Or by his voice or face,
You'll know him because he perfectly fits in that secret, sacred place.
That hole in your heart that was left behind When his earthly body died,
Will be perfectly matched and perfectly filled When you get to the other side.
When he's serving our Father in heaven
And you're serving our Father from here, You can know with blessed assurance
That our Father will dry every tear.
And when, in God's perfect timing,
Your waiting is finally done,
You will be welcomed to heaven
By your precious son.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN TO ME
How...Not Why
Not why...dear God...
Please, let me not ask why
This bitter cup,
Nor spend myself
In futile questioning;
Let me look up...
Help me to face what is
And what must be,
Knowing thou seest what
I may not see.
Not why...but how...
Lord, help me find the way
That this, my grief,
In some divine and mystic manner may
Help my belief...
May mellow, strengthen,
Fortify my soul,
That I may better reach
Thine unseen goal.
Dear God...The clouds hang
Heavy in my sky...
Oh, give me the grace to question
How...Not why
Author Unknown
I've Come To Help You Cry
I look back with regret to the times in my life when
I failed to reach out to those in need simply because I
didn't know what to do or say. If I could do it over...
...I would go immediately to the home of the newly bereaved family
...I would hug and I would listen with my heart
...I would offer no answers
...I would be quiet support, lessen the confusion, no matter how
simple the job
...I would not forget the family as the days and weeks passed
...I would call
...I would stop by from time to time with a small something to say I
care
...I would offer to help out in small ways to simplify a life filled
with confusion
...I would offer help to the chilfren whose grief is so often
forgotten
...I would speak of the deceased openly, remembering the joy, the life
...I would welcome tears, for they are healing
...I would listen without judging to voiced guilts, anger, despair
...I would remember when they need help the most,
they may not be able to ask
...I would not assume that all was well because
I had not heard otherwise
...I would accept and encourage the expression of grief
in its own way and time
...I would open myself to the pain
...I would share the sorrow
...I would give them my arms and simple words,
I've come to help you cry.
Author Unknown
PERHAPS
Perhaps, if we could see
The splendor of The Land
To which our loved ones are
Called from you and me,
We'd understand.
Perhaps, if we could hear
The welcome they receive
From old familiar voices of
All so dear,
We would not grieve.
Perhaps, if we could know
The reason why they went,
We'd smile and wipe away
The tears that flow,
And wait content.
Author Unknown
Why
As I look up into the beautiful sky
I can only ask myself one more time--why
Of course people tell me it was your time
But they don't know what it's like
to pretend to be fine
To live each day with the hurt and pain
From deep inside you don't know where it came
They don't know how it feels to have to live
Without the child who had so much to give
To go on and on and never know why
I can't understand no matter how hard I try
I try to be patient and not get mad
But of course I'll always be sad
There is such a void and emptiness inside
You can't imagine how much I've cried
And I know if I really knew why you had to leave
You still wouldn't be here
and I'd still be bereaved
Author Unknown
A DAY, A WEEK, A LIFETIME
When I wake up in the morning
I ask myself
How will I get through this day
Without You
As I dress and prepare to start my day
I wonder
How will I go on
Without You
As the day slowly slips away
I remember how you made me laugh
And I smile
Without You
At the end of the day
As I prepare to close my eyes
I know in my HEART
I couldn't have gotten through the day
WITHOUT YOU
Author Unknown
CRYING OVER SPILLED SHAMPOO???
... by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Have you ever been
thrust back in time
by just the scent
of something?
This happened to me
as I was showering
and washing my hair
with a new shampoo
that is coconut scented.
I lifted the bottle
and let the shampoo spill
into my hands.
That coconut scent
pulled me back in time...
to the beach
and the smell of coconut oil,
back to a time
of my dead son's childhood.
The scent
of this shampoo
overflowed
into all of my senses.
For just a moment
I was back on the beach
rubbing coconut oil
on my little boy,
and he doing
the same for me.
I could
see his dark skin,
feel the warmth
of his little hands,
hear his little voice,
smell the scent
of coconut oil,
and taste
the salt of the ocean.
Before I knew it
I was drawn back
into reality.
It was then
that I realized....
The dark skin I saw
was merely
the back of my eyelids.
The little hands
that I felt
were only my own.
The little voice
that I heard
was but the sound
of the water
trickling on my head
from the shower.
The smell of coconut oil
was just my new shampoo.
And the salty ocean
was simply...
the taste
of my very own tears.
© 2002 - Christine Ross
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