When you were small…


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When You Were Small

© Linda D. Cope
I often think of you
When you were very small.
You left your fingerprints
On almost every wall.

Back when you were growing up
They were such happy years.
How you would smile and make up games
I remember through my tears

Some day we will be together
In heaven up above.
But for now my little girl
I send you all my love.

June 2007

Source: Death Of Daughter Poem, When You Were Small http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-of-daughter-when-you-were-small#ixzz2QANSxWxV
http://www.FamilyFriendPoems.com

Tony’s poem


This poem was written by Tony Doiron.  I assume from the words that Tony lost a child too…  This poem really got to me.  My child was just older and could walk, talk and count…  Thank you for your beautiful words Tony.

You were lying in my arms,
As I tried to say goodbye,
“It is for the best”, they said,
And I knew that was true.

I gazed at your little hands,
Given to us that day,
You wouldn’t feel pain again,
But I wanted you to stay.

You fought for every breath you took,
Never letting go,
Until one day God made you His,
Leaving all of us below.

Although you couldn’t walk or talk,
Or even count to ten,
Your short life had more impact,
Than a hundred million men.

-Daddy
(written by Tony Doiron)

The mention of my child’s name


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The mention of my child’s name

by Kim Knapp

The mention of my child’s name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
~~~~author unknown

http://www.thefuneralsite.com/ResourceCenters/Poetry_and_Quotes/Children.html

being – reposted


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One of my favorite poets posted this poem today.  It touched my heart and I wanted to share it with you.  Thank you Aarthi!  http://sickocean.wordpress.com/2012/12/26/being/#respond

for someone we love
we can be
the best of the needs, of love of life

what beautiful essence of life
is hidden in the moments when
you smile not for your own but for someone else

your love forever increases in amount
you grow all the more still and calm
you forgive and forget the greatest of harms

its the serenity of love when
you are holding someone to save
in empty moments their voice you crave

and when indeed life offers you a chance
you run away and hug them
singing to their heart your precious song

being human
is to love someone
so much beyond yourself

perhaps to an extent that
you forget your own pains
and their wounds make you cry…

 

Kindness and Courage


Reblogged from Ray’s Mom –  http://justiceforraymond.wordpress.com/2012/12/08/2845/

Photo Credit: raysithaca.blog.com
Photo Credit: raysithaca.blog.com
Life is mostly froth and bubble, 
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own”

Adam Lindsay Gordon

What Will Matter – Michael Josephson


My beautiful baby girl
My beautiful baby girl

Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
 
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.
 
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.
 
It won’t matter whether you where beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant.
 
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
 
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;
Not what you got, but how you gave.
 
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
 
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
 
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
 
What will matter are not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
 
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
 
Choose to live a life that matters.
What Will Matter – Michael Josephson
 

the weight in my bones.


Photo Credit: http://bike-pgh.org/bbpress/topic/why-isnt-there-a-bridge-pedal-pittsburgh

This beautiful poem was posted by Aarthi –  http://sickocean.wordpress.com   on 24SaturdayNov 2012.  Aarthi is an exceptional poet who often moves me to tears.  Thank you Aarthi for sharing your amazing talent with us.  I encourage everyone to visit Aarthi’s blog.  It is filled with so much raw emotion.  

The Weight In My Bones

like bridges made
of concrete ropes

ripping through my existence
keeping me earthly bound

so sturdy yet unchangeable a part
i am all heavy with matter contained

i try and bend yet
the break never happens

like a deeper strength holding me
pain prevents a shattering noise

the water in me weighs more
than what gives me a shape

this will is fragile
and a regret pulls me down

purposes unsolved
promises broken

a thousand images shattered
everything that i never said

all remains in unwalked places
the pores in my soul

each window was blocked
in persistent steps, in days and years and decades

leaving all weight like
ashes of a past trapped

so diseased i feel at times
lifeless like a fallen twig

and the feeling weighs me deep
deeper than skin and all the soft human matter

i feel it in my bones
like i am bond to a mountainous stone

so welded inside with a belief
perhaps i may never be able to sleep

My Daughter’s Eyes


The eyes of my daughter

When i look in my daughter’s eyes
Its like looking into the skies
When i look in my daughter’s eyes
Sometimes all i see is her cries
When i look in my daughter’s eyes
You will never see any goodbyes
when i look in my daughter’s eyes
People will never be downsize
When i look in my daughter’s eyes
Maybe there will be some lies

marlena steiner                   http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-daughter-s-eyes/

 

 

Life is’nt about keeping score


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Dr Bill Wooten

“Life isn’t about keeping score.
It’s not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you’re alone.
It isn’t about who you’re dating,
who you used to date,
how many people you’ve dated,
or if you haven’t been with anyone at all.
It isn’t about who you have kissed,
It’s not about sex.
It isn’t about who your family is or how much money they have
or what kind of car you drive.
or where you are sent to school.
It’s not about how beautiful or ugly you are
or what clothes you wear,
what shoes you have on,
or what kind of music you listen to.
It’s not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get,
how smart…

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Saying Goodbye


Chloe and Georgia in their Oumie’s bed…
Time is closing in on us
Quicker than I would have wanted it to
I tried to make the moments last
But still they slip away
Day by dayHour by hour
Minute by minute
Our time together lessens
With each tick of the clock
The day,
The moment I have feared
For months now
Continues to draw closer
Soon I will be saying
Good-bye

Saying good-bye
To someone I love
With every inch of my soul
Watching you leave
As I stand crying
There is nothing more I can do
No more time I can savor
No more hugs to drag out
Nothing left
Except time
And distance
A long and lonely stretch of highway
That separates our love

 
Now it is summer
and I must wait
I count each day
until the moment.
Where I can see your face again
and feel your little arms wrapped around me
as we sleep
Together as one
Saying good-bye is never easy
but one must always remember
that good-bye
does not mean forever
and there will come a time
when again we can say
Hello.

This poignant poem was written by a very gifted poet D.L.McHale. When I read it I wondered if this is what is going through my child’s mind. When you have a spare moment please visit the blog http://dlmchale.com. It will be a worthwhile visit! http://dlmchale.com

The Winter Bites My Bones

My dreams are fermented delusions
A kaleidoscope of meandering falls
Through time and space, while the
Screams of my inflictions penetrate
And annihilate my grip on reality.

My waking hours, of which few remain,
Adds another layer of darkness to an
Already bleak existence, while the light
Of relentless self-reflection blinds me to
Any hope of reprieve or absolution.

I stand with one foot in the grave
And the other hobbled by uncertainty.
I do not fear this final step into the abyss
So much as I dread the act of departure;
The inglorious gasp of a final breath
Inhaling the petrichor of a wasted life.

A silent scream rattles from my gut
Cursing the sun of a new day rising.
I cannot bear another savage stroke
From a Sun that fails to warm me.
Let the final night descend and into
Death’s warm embrace enfold my soul.

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Kingdom of the Child


I read this beautiful poem and have taken the liberty to repost it.  I have spent some time in Afghanistan and this reminded me of life in some of the rural villages.
The poem forms part of the Collection of Poems – D.L. McHale, 1981-2011 – It is a site worth visiting.  http://dlmchale.com/2012/07/01/1087

Kingdom of the Child

Why do you weep, my child?
How long have you been sitting here, trembling
beneath these glossy-green leaves of the Banyan,
heavy laden with delicious figs?

Why are you frightened so?
The world is no bigger than you can handle
in any given moment, and you are not alone!
I promise.

Why do you moan, my precious one?
Have I not taught you the melodies
of your father’s father?
Shall I sing for you the soothing songs of your village
where you played “Mboo-bay Mboo-bay”
with your brothers and sisters?

Why such silence, my dear?
Do you not know that the sound of your voice
is as a thousand angels laughing and giggling
beside the cool riverbed.

Why do you hide from me?
Have I not held you warmly in my embrace
and rocked you to and fro
when you were frightened by the lions roar?

You know me, sweetness.
I rule the world with a benevolent hand
as I dry your tears, carry your burdens,
sing your songs, play your games
and hold you close.

Come, offer me your hand and rule with me.
Let us spin the earth like a child’s toy
as we munch on afternoon clouds
and drink oceans from a silver cup.
To your feet, my child.
We have other children
beneath other Banyans
that need our love and reassurance.