Dear Parents....
I lived my span of life within your body
And within your love.
There are many who have lived long lives
And who have not been loved as me.
If you would honour me, then speak my name
And number me among your family.
If you would honour me
Then strive to live in love
For in that love, I live.
Never, ever doubt that we will meet again.
Until that happy day, I will grow with God
And wait for you.
By Christy Kennealy
A Lost Child, A Mother's Prayer

Lord, the child you formed within
my womb,
was taken suddenly from me..
and all that's left is emptyness
and questions running free.

I would've been a good mother,
I would've loved this child so
I would have given all I have
for his precious tender touch.

I pray for strength and wisdom,
as I face these trying days..
Lord, help me understand the
and trust in all Your ways.

I may not know the reason
my child is not with me..
but I know He's safe in heaven,
with You, for eternity.

Please tell my child I love him,
and I'll see him in the sky...
I'll hold him close forever,
and sing him lullabyes.

No more tears or hardship,
no more pain to bear...
face to face I'll see him;
just tell him I'll be there.

Written by Jill Lemming
My Dad is a Survivor

My dad is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear him crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch him lay awake at night
And go to hold his hand.
He doesn't know I'm with him.
to help him understand.

But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving Dad,
Who thinks of me each day.
He wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven's open door
I see tears flowing from his eyes.

My Dad tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows him
Knows it's his way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving Dad
Through heaven's open door...
I try to tell him
Angels protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help him...
Or ease the burden he bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to him...
And show him that you care.
For no matter what he says..
No mater what he feels
My surviving Dad has a broken  heart
That time won't ever heal.

By: Kaye Des'Ormeaux
To the Child in my Heart

O, precious, tiny sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure, and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle,
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your mother.
He'll aways be your dad.
You will always be our child,
The child that we had.
But now you're gone...but yet you're
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy.
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and
We'll forget you never-
The child we had, but never had,
And yet wil have forever.
Author: Carol Parrott