Dear Mom
As another year approaches, and another comes to the end
your thoughts focus on me.
As you say good-bye to another year
you will never say good bye to me.
I love you and that love will never go away
as your love is for me,
Just know MOM, I walk with you every day.
You can't see me, you can't hear me, But I am always near you.
and you only need to open your eyes and your heart to the signs
that I give to you
I know Mom my parting was so hard on you,
I am glad you met others that share your grief and know your pain,
But Mom, Please let me just remind you,
That I stroll by the river of life. I walk Streets of Gold,
I rejoice with the Lord and all the saints gone before, and Mom,
everyone I meet I know, Dustin, Hayes, and yes Jason too, and guess what,
they all know me.
Mom, I am sorry that I left this world so quickly,
and I never said good bye.
Thank you for so many tears
But, Please Mom"Dry your eyes."
I am in a place so beautiful,
the beauty I can't begin to tell.
One day when your time that side of Heaven is over
you'll be here with me , and we will live together in paradise
Love Your Son, Billy
written by Melanie for Diane & Billy 1-17-05
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“ ‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS”
~ FOR BEREAVED PARENTS ~
“Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.
As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking - I couldn’t understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holidays had in store.
When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this was not by chance.
The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew,
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children live on through our memories - so to us, they are not really dead.
Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
“To all bereaved parents -- We love you tonight.”
Written by Faye McCord
Co-Chapter Leader, TCF / Jackson, MS
In loving memory of my son,
Lane McCord (1/26/65 - 9/13/98)
~ And dedicated in honor of all Bereaved Parents ~
Merry Christmas From Heaven
I still hear the songs
I still see the lights
I still feel your love
on cold wintery nights
I still share your hopes
and all of your cares
I'll even remind you
to please say your prayers
I just want to tell you
you still make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above all of the crowd
Keep trying each moment
to stay in His grace
I came here before you
to help set your place
You don't have to be
perfect all of the time
He forgives you the slip
If you continue the climb
To my family and friends
please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you
In a new special way
I love you all dearly
now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my
Christmas with Jesus this year
Author Unknown
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