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The primrose smile, the fairy ring of laughter light about her lips. Hers was the youth of little things, warm trust in all small feathered wings but now unfolded. Wide-eyed as loving hands made strings of daisies for her soft hairs crown. Hers was springtime magic, bringing music with pale harebells ringing now an elegy. Hers the endless summer singing ours the winter of her going.

They say memories are golden Well maybe that is true. We never wanted memories, We only wanted you. A million times we needed you, A million times we have cried. If love alone could have saved you, You would have never died. In our heart you hold a special place, That none will ever fill. It broke our heart to lose you, But you did not go alone. For all our love went with you The day God called you home. We are connected, my child and I, by an invisible cord not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord that connects us at birth this cord can't be seen by any on earth.

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This cord does it's work right from the start it binds us together attached to my heart I know that it's there though no one can see the invisible cord from my child to me. The strength of this cord it's hard to describe it can't be destroyed it can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord man could create it withstands the test, can hold any weight And though you are gone, though you're not here with me the cord is still there but no one can see It pulls at my heart, I am bruised I am sore but this cord is my lifeline as never before.

Only this evening I saw again low in the sky The evening star, at the beginning of winter, the star That in spring will crown every western horizon, Again. The child was a gift. The grief does not smother the gratitude. And death.. We grieve, but not as those who have no hope. Yet none says that since death is not the end, we should not grieve. Though grief does not smother hope, neither does hope smother grief. On Angel's Wings you were taken away, But in my heart you will always stay.

I will hear your whisper in the tallest trees, Feel your love in the gentle breeze. And when I find I miss you the most, Inside our beautiful memories I will hold you close. You are an angel watching over me with the comfort and blessings you bring, You embrace my heart and hold it close, Forever on Angel's Wings. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

We think about you always, we talk about you still, you have never been forgotten, and you never will. We hold you close within our hearts, and there you will remain, to walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again. She passed away like morning dew Before the sun was high; So brief her time, she scarcely knew The meaning of a sigh.

My Son Was Stillborn - Motherly

As round the rose its soft perfume, Sweet love around her floated; Admired she grew - while mortal doom Crept on, un-feared, un-noted. Love was her guardian angel here, But love to death resigned her; Though love was kind, why should we fear But holy death is kinder? Don't think of them as gone away, Their journey has just begun.

Just think of them as resting, From the sorrows and the tears. In a place of warmth and comfort, Where there are no days or years. Think of how they must be wishing, That we could know today, How nothing but our sadness Can really pass away. And think of them as living, In the hearts of those they touched. For nothing loved is ever lost, And they were loved so much! Children who die are not really gone, But go to a place that is something like home, Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone, Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead, But just like good children tucked into bed, Wait the long wait while we go ahead Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed. Children who die feel no pleasure or pain In the place where they wait till they see us again, And all of us dance in a world washed with rain Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain. This was a life that had hardly begun No time to find your place in the Sun No time to do all you could have done But we loved you enough for a lifetime No time to enjoy the world and it's wealth No time to take life down off the shelf No time to sing the songs of yourself Though you had enough love for a lifetime.

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Those who live long endure sadness and tears But you'll never suffer the sorrowing years No betrayal, no anger, no hatred, no fears Just love - Only love - In your lifetime. How long will the pain last? We never quite forget. No matter how many years pass, we remember.

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The loss of a loved one is like a major operation. Part of us is removed, and we have a scar for the rest of our lives. As years go by, we manage. There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that call for full attention. But the pain is still there, not far below the surface. We see a face that looks familiar, hear a voice that echoes, see a photograph in someone's album, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it seems as though a knife were in the wound again. But not so painfully And mixed with joy too Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow it brings happiness with it How long will the pain last?

All the rest of your life But the things to remember is that not only the pain will last but, the blessed memories as well Tears are proof of life the more love, the more tears If this be true, then how could we ever ask That pain cease all together For then the memory of love would go with it the pain of grief is the price we pay for love! I'll lend you for a little while A child of mine God said For you to love while he lives And mourn for when he's dead It may be six or seven years Or twenty two or three But will you 'til I call him back Take care of him for Me He'll bring his charms to gladden you And should his stay be brief You'll always have his memories As a solace for your grief I cannot promise he will stay As all from earth return But there are lessons taught down there That I want this child to learn I've looked this whole world over In My search for teachers true And from the throngs that crowd life's lane I have chosen you Now will you give him all your love Nor think labour vain Nor hate Me when I come to take This lent child back again?

I fancied that I heard them say Dear Lord Thy Will be done For all the joys Thy child will bring The risk of grief we'll run We'll shelter him with ternderness We'll love him while we may And just for having loved him Forever grateful stay But should the angels come for him Much sooner than we planned We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try, to understand.

Call heaven there's an Angel That's coming home today. Our hearts are sad and broken Because he couldn't stay.

Fluff up the clouds and lay him Gently in your care. Place the tiny halo Softly in his hair. Our arms will never hold him again Our lips will never kiss The velvet of his cheeks again We were not prepared for this. In our hearts will be a tiny hole Where always you will be. Because we loved you so much Our hearts will always grieve.

I do not think my song will end While flowers, grass and trees Abound with birds and butterflies For I am one with these. And I believe my voice will sound Upon the whispering wind So long as even one remains Among those I call "friend. I shall remain in hearts and minds Of loved ones that I knew, And in the rocks and hills and streams Because I love those, too. So long as love and hope and dreams Abide in earth and sky, Weep not for me, though I be gone. I shall not really die. How very softly you tiptoed into my world. God knew she had to leave us, but she did not go alone.

For part of us went with her, the day He took her home. To some she is forgotten, to others…just the past, but to us who loved and lost her memories will always last. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

My Son Was Stillborn

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.