A GIFT OF
Babies are a gift from God
At least thatís what they say
Some gifts that are given
Are quickly snatched away
Some have so much meaning
If you have the eyes to see
That they have left behind them
An amazing Legacy
written for Debby & John Lamont by BB Friend Krafty
copyright BonnieBabies 2007
When God calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be--
If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too--
Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break all the chains
That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear--
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near.
starts without me
and I am not here to see,
if the sun should rise
and find your eyes all
filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today,
while thinking of the
many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand.
A Man in Grief
It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
but "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And try to be so very brave --
He lost his baby too.
Forget me not
We are the
ones God chose to take
We are the ones you could not wake
We are the buds you see on a tree
We are the ones whose spirit runs free
We are the bulbs you may plant in spring
We are the sound when you hear the birds sing
We are the ones that could not cry
We are the ones He chose to die
Our tears are the tips of the morning dew
We are the ones that you never knew
We are the rain that`s left on the grass
The test for life we did not pass
We are the bees you hear hum
We had no voice to call you Mum
We are the forest that fragrance the wood
To be with you, if only we could
We are the sun, the clouds, the moon
We are the blooms that went too soon
We are the stars that shine above
We are the ones you could not love
Forget-me-nots that`s what we are
We grow in your garden not very far
We are a heart broken in two
We are the ones who belong to you
We are the ones you could not share
We are the empty space you see there
So really you see us in every way
Forget me not for every day
author Lanette Lusk.
I Have A List
I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book
and every now and then, I go and take a look
That is when I realize these names, they are a part
Not of the book they're written in, but taken from the heart
For each name stands for someone,
who has crossed my path sometime
and in meeting they have become,
the reason for this rhyme
Although it sounds fantastic
for me to make this claim
I really am composed,
of each remembered name..
Although you're not aware
of any special link
just knowing you, has shaped my life
more than you could every think
So please don't think my greeting as just a mere routine
Your name was not forgotten in-between
For when I send a greeting, that is addressed to you
It is because you're on that list, of folks I'm indebted to
So whether I have known you, for many days or few
In some ways you have a part, in shaping what I do
You are a friend I would prefer, never to forget
Thank you for being my friend
(Author: Shelby Hairston Pilkington )
If I could have some fairy dust
To make my dreams come true
I`d take it with me in my sleep
So I could dream of you
I`d dream I were an angel
If only for one day
So I could be in Heaven
Just to spend the day with you
I`d tell you how I loved you so
And Missed you oh so much
And how just for a little while
You were mine but not to keep
I`d hold you oh so very close
But then I`d have to go
You see my little Angel
You were my gift but not to keep
I have to say night night now
Its time for me to go
But this feeling in my heart for you
Will never go to sleep
In Heaven there must surely be
A special place, a nursery
Where ' little spirits ' not fully grown
Go to live in their Heavenly home.
The angels must attend with love
Tiny spirits on wings of doves,
The choir of angels must sing lullabies
Maybe quieten their tiny cries.
The Father must come by each day
To cuddle and play in a special way
These tiny spirits left earth too soon
Little ones called home from the womb.
These sparks of life did not perish
But came to the Father's love to cherish,
To grow and be taught in His own arms
Safely away from all earthly harm.
The comforter was sent to earth at once
To the parents who lost their little one
Their hearts so ache, their arms feel empty
The question 'why' seems so tempting.
Then all at once in the midst of tears
There comes a peace that stills the fears
The parents share the Father's own need
To hold their tiny spirit being.
They relinquish their own desperate hold
And release their baby to the Father's fold,
Then comes an angel to whisper the truth
Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit.
Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father
A place that couldn't be filled by another,
Called to be spared from the struggles of earth,
Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.
So Father, whisper words of love from me
To our unborn 'life' in your nursery.
What makes a Mother
I thought of you and closed my
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard him say.
A Mother has a baby
This we know is true.'
But God, can you be a Mother
When your baby's not with you?
Yes, you can, He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb
But there's no need to stay.
I just don't understand this, God
I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear.
I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say:
"We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.
I feel so lucky to have a Mom
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly
My Mommy set me free.
I miss my Mommy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow's where I lay.
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear.
"Mommy don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I'm here."
So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are ok
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay.
They'll wait for you with Me
Until your lesson is through.
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.
So now you see what makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.
Though some on earth may not realize
You are a Mother until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day
And you know you're the best one!
As I sat by my baby`s bed
Thatís open to the sky
There fluttered round and round my head
A radiant butterfly
And as I wept-of hearts that ache
the saddest in the land
It left a lily for my sake
And lighted on my hand
I watched it, oh, so quietly
And though it rose and flew
As if it fain would comfort me
It came and came anew
Now where my darling lies at rest
I do not dare to sigh
For look! there gleams upon my breast
A snow-white butterfly
Author Robert W. Service
Why don't you understand
I don't want flowers
I want to talk
I want to know Iím not alone
I still miss my baby
to me she never just went away
Iím sick of hearing words
Its another day
My baby died
its not a hard word to say
so why can't those who care
just tell me
Instead of hiding or being shy
I need people to support me
Not me having to do it all
Be strong for myself
as well as others
when getting on each day
can be a struggle
Iím not after much
just a kiss or a cuddle
A sign to know that you care
A sign to say I have not forgotten
Instead of that look or that stare
Your time was not now
You were not meant for me
A soul to look after
A child not to be
You were a gift
From the lord up above
A gift of an angel
Given with love
You were so tired
Of life not yet had
An angel in waiting
You left us so sad
But i am so grateful
For the time we were given
And I know that you watch us
With the other angels in heaven.
written by Leigh for daughter Zara 1/07/06
"Hope for Tomorrow"
The memories will last forever
But through everything you do
You will have a special angel
To keep watch over you.
The empty arms that break your
Will fill with warmth once more,
This short time when you are apart
Will end at heavens door.
Copyright BONNIE BABIES 2007
WRITTEN BY JOHN & KRAFTY
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