To: Jason Eugene Hedden Jr.
Born and Died: January 14, 1998
Love: Mommy (Donna Hedden)
As the roses slowly die
My lonely life slips by and by.
Your not here to see me through
If only I could be with you.
Your little fingers and tiny toes
Matched your precious little nose.
How I ache to hold you close
My sweet baby boy, I miss you the most.
You are there and I am here
How I wish you were near.
Soon I will be with you
And we start a life anew.
Just remember this is always true
Mommy loves her baby blue.
Goodbye my sweet child, kisses to
Mommy loves and misses you.
In Memory of Baby James, 3/19/98
Written by Mommy
WE CAN'T BELIEVE IT HAPPENED,
OUR PRECIOUS BABY TO BE.
THROUGH ALL OUR STRIFE AND STRUGGLES,
THANK GOD THIS MUST BE REAL.
WE SAW THIS NEW CREATION,
AS A BLESSING FROM ABOVE.
THE MIRACLE OF A BABY,
CREATED FROM OUR LOVE.
WE SAW YOU ONCE OR TWICE,
ON THE ULTRASOUND MACHINE.
AND I FELT MY HEART POUNDING,
AS WE JUMPED FOR JOY WITH GLEE.
THEN THE TRAGIC NEWS CAME,
AND YOU WERE NO LONGER IN VIEW.
AND WE THOUGHT, OH GOD,
WHAT DID WE DO.
WE HAD TO MAKE A CHOICE,
AFTER HEARING YOU WERE GONE.
THE MIRACLE BABY WE WANTED SO MUCH,
WILL NOT BE IN OUR TENDER ARMS.
WE HAD PLANNED TO HAVE YOU HERE WITH US,
TO WATCH YOU RUN AND PLAY.
A THOUGHT WE CAN ONLY DREAM OF,
FOR IN HEAVEN YOU WILL STAY.
WE WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU WITH US,
TO SEE YOU GROW IN EVERY WAY.
A THOUGHT WE CAN NO LONGER DREAM OF,
FOR WITH JESUS YOU MUST STAY.
My Sweet Honey Bee
Written by Diane, in memory of my Sweet Melissa
(The name Melissa is Greek, meaning "honey bee")
When feeling alone,
And hurting so much
When needing your smile,
And missing your touch
I feel your presence
For you’re always with me
My sweet Melissa,
My sweet honey bee.
When something is missing,
And there’s an empty space
When life has no purpose,
And I have no place
Your soul fills that hollow
For you’re a part of me
My sweet Melissa,
My sweet honey bee.
When words become needles,
And close ties fall apart
When nothing is soothing,
And there’s an ache in my heart
I think of your spirit
You bring comfort to me
My sweet Melissa,
My sweet honey bee.
When questions go unanswered,
And there’s no reason for why?
When I struggle for meaning,
And ask "why did you die?"
I reflect on new wisdom
It’s your lesson to me
My sweet Melissa,
My sweet honey bee.
When I think of my fortune,
And all that I treasure
When recalling my gifts,
And all that gives pleasure
I thank God for you
You’re a blessing to me
My sweet Melissa,
My sweet honey bee.
Little toes;
You have walked
across our souls.
For many long months
You secured your imprint
Inside of us,
where no one else could see,
Now You've walked,
Outside our world
And still no one can see
What we've seen
from the start;
Your tiny wrinkled footprints
Forever upon our hearts.
By Cheryl Mills
For My Sweet Angel, Elijah
Author Unknown
Dear Mommy,
Please don't be so sad,
I miss you so much too.
Its beautiful here where I am,
But I worry a lot about you.
I sleep with angels watching me,
There's only love up here.
I'm never lonely or afraid,
'Cause God's so very near.
I walk with Jesus everyday,
He's very kind and sweet.
Don't worry Mom; He holds my hand
When we cross a golden street.
I never cry or hurt myself,
I see you everyday...
I laugh and play and sing a lot,
and hear you when you pray.
Please Mommy, Don't be mad at God,
You see, He loves me too.
And even though you're not here with me,
I'm really still with you.
For Aimee Rose
I dreamed of things, my little girl
that I would do for you
And how excited I would be
when pregnancy was through!
I'd wrap you in soft blankets,
and hold you close to me.
I'd whisper "welcome" in your ear
and tell you "I love you".
I'd shelter you from anything
that'd cause you pain or fear,
because you'd be my precious child,
the one I'd hold so dear!
I never thought that it would mean,
I'd have to say goodbye.
That you would never have the chance
to grow, to laugh, or cry.
Oh, how I prayed it wasn't so
, The doctors must be wrong!
It cannot be, a child so loved..
and hoped for, for so long.
I wish my love had been enough,
to make it right for you.
I agonized through nights and days,
was there something else I could do?
I prayed, I wished, I hoped, I cried
I wanted you so much!
If those things would have been enough,
you never would have died.
My choice was not to make it so
, I'd never have chosen that!
I only chose to let you go
as gently as I could,
to ease the pain of parting,
because I knew you would.
To those that say I did not love
my little Aimee Rose,
I say to you..you do not know,
and cannot say that's so!
I had the hopes and dreams for her,
that every mother has,
I miss her with each breath I take,
each moment that comes to pass.
Her little spirit speaks to me
with words my heart can hear,
and though I can't hear them aloud,
I feel her presence near.
She says "I know you loved me.
What more could you have done?
Life would have been unkind to me,
and suffering would have won.
It was a difficult task you had
to love and let me go,
so find the peace within yourself,
because, yes I DO know.
You understood dear Mom that I
had other tasks to do,
than what you had expected,
and for that, I thank you!
It is not important
that others think this wrong,
they cannot reach within our hearts
and feel our love so strong.
And when your time on earth is done
we'll joyfully embrace,
forever reunited
in our eternal place.
Eternal Vision
By J. Sig Paulson
They know me not
who think that I am
only flesh and blood -
a transient dweller
on the fragile spaceship earth
that gave me birth.
For I am Spirit
eternal, indestructible, not confined to space or time
and when my sojourn here is through
my roles fulfilled, my assignments done
I will lay aside this space suit called my body
and move on to other mansions, roles, assignments
in our Father's house of eternal life.
So dry your tears
weep not overmuch for me - or for yourself.
Set me free
in the Love that holds us all
and makes us one eternally !
Our minds will cross again
Our souls will shout with joy and laughter
As we recall
the lives we've lived
the worlds we've seen
the ways we've trod
to find ourselves - at last -
in God
We can't believe this happened
Our precious little boy
Until the day they told us
Our hearts were filled with joy.
We were ready to welcome
In our little home
A boy or girl so tiny
To call our very own.
We saw you once then twice
On the ultrasound machine
Your arms and legs were broken
And so were all our dreams.
We had to make a choice
After hearing you wouldn't live
The baby we wanted so much
To God we would have to give.
We didn't want you to suffer
And did what we thought best
We sent you to live with Jesus
In your heavenly place to rest.
We would love to have you here
To see you run and play
A thought we can only dream of
For in heaven you must stay.
We asked Jesus to keep you
In His tender loving care
Knowing someday we will meet you
In your heavenly home up there.
MY LITTLEST ANGEL
I sing for the love that we shared
I sing for your spirit inside of me
Life deep inside me was safe and secure,
but your body was weak and your soul deserved more
I sing for the time that we had
but I know you are resting in total peace
Someday I'll hold you but until then,
I know that you're safe and your soul is at ease.
Love, Mommy
Author Unknown
For over six months she had been in my womb, her body racked with disease.
She was a prisoner, held in chains by her illness, her strength was gone.
From her head to her feet she could barely move,
her weakness was like fetters holding her down.
She was a blind baby, unable to see the world around her,
she had only seen the walls of my womb.
Lord, you had already nailed her to her cross,
her sickness was her crucifixion.
Now she has died and seen you face to face,
now your lash on her body shall cease and she shall be at peace.
If now her body is shrouded by clouds of darkness,
her soul basks in warm light.
If now her eyes are filled bitter tears,
her soul can taste the sweetest of honey.
By James Bertolino
There are Children
who diminish as they grow,
Who will never be grown,
or be parents, or be old.
Their few days smolder
like the sun rising into a storm.
And those who love them,
hold them precious and brave,
as the first Spring crocus,
whose small yellow blaze might brighten,
a morning still held dim by Winter.
Such blossoming refutes the cold.
Author Unknown
As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because he was my Friend.
But then instead of leaving him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could You be so slow?"
"My child," he said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."
December 29, 1995
Raina is our angel who we never got to hold
God had another plan for her as we were told.
We placed her back in the arms of the heavens
and cried as she flew away
Now Raina is with all of us each and every day
We don't know what she looks like
or the color of her eyes
But we know she is alive
in the spirit of the skies.
When we see the rainbow through the clouds,
We'll know her soul is glad
It's her way of telling her mother and father
they no longer need to be so sad.
She's safe in the arms of an angel.
Written by Mommy's Friend Christina
A sweet little angel in Heaven above,
Warm and content, surrounded by love.
Floating around in the clouds so high,
Your pain was ended before you could cry.
God sent you to earth for a very short while,
Then called you home because he missed your smile.
You were taken to Heaven under an angel's wing,
Now your soul will forever sing.
While on earth you were a tiny baby,
Now you're in Heaven an angel named Kaleigh.
A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL
God, God, be lenient her first night there.
The crib she would have slept in was so near my bed;
Her blue-and-white wool blanket was so soft,
Her pillow hollowed so to fit her head.
Teach me that she'll not want for anything or me
When she has You and Heaven's immensity!
I would have left a light out in the hall.
I would have hoped to make her fearless in the dark;
So please God, since she is so small,
For her to see, this first night, light a star!
And in the morning, when she first woke up,
I would have kissed her on her cheek where
The dimple would have been
And oh, to hold Her and love her...............
Just, just tomorrow morning, God, I pray,
When she wakes up, do things for her my way!
The want of you is like no other thing;
It smites my soul with sudden sickening;
It binds my being.....
This want of you.
It flashes on me with the waking sun;
It creeps upon me when the day is done;
It hammers at my heart the long night through--
This want of you.
It sighs within me with the misting skies;
Oh, all the day within my heart it cries,
Old as your absence, yet each moment new--
This want of you.
Mad with demand and aching with despair
It leaps within my heart and you are--where?
God has forgotten, or he never knew--
This want of you.
I love you my angel and miss you with all my heart.
Anonymous
Mother, I am still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight -
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach -
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
the clear cool water in the quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring;
the first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come when you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, Mommy, I'm everywhere!
Invincible Summer - Poetry
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