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A Special Place

I am looking for a special place
A place to not deny
All the feelings deep within
A place where I can cry

A private world that will accept
These tears that flow for you
This never ending sorrow
A place I can be true

No more hiding from the world
Pretending I am fine
I need to let it all run free
No longer walk this line

If others cannot understand
That life is not the same
I must not waste another day
Trying to explain

I need to be true to myself
And those that really care
I will no longer wear this mask
My feelings I must bear

So I will show my feelings
To a world that has no clue
The pain that has me reeling
Since the day that I lost you

In loving memory of Joey and his Heavenly buddies
Lyndie Sorenson 2006

The Twelve Days Of Christmas
(for grieving parents)
Author Unknown

On the first day of Christmas I pray for you joy in
abundance and laughter, for laughter cures our ills
and joy makes our spirits soar.

On the second day of Christmas, I pray for you a sigh
when you need one, for a sigh clears the heart as a
cough clears the throat, and with a sigh comes
acceptance of what we cannot change.

On the third day of Christmas, I pray for you tears
when you need them, for tears clear the eyes to see
the stars and cleanse the soul to let healing being.

On the fourth day of Christmas, I pray for you
serenity, for fights and wars start in individual
breast and that is where they must end.

On the fifth day of Christmas, I pray for you wisdom,
for our priceless gift is the gift of choice - and we
should use it well every day, in word and deed.

On the sixth day of Christmas, I pray for you
patience, for most troubles pass if we wait them out,
and success comes with persistence.

On the seventh day of Christmas, I pray for you
courage, for there may be many pitfalls and dangers
ahead and problems can only be solved when they are
faced.

On the eighth day of Christmas, I pray for you
compassion, for we cannot help others until we
understand them, and we cannot understand them until
we walk in their shoes.

On the ninth day of Christmas, I pray for you a
willingness to work, for work turns dreams to reality
- whether the dreams are ours or belong to those we
can help.

On the tenth day of Christmas, I pray for you
unwavering faith, for faith shapes our morals and our
destiny and draws us closer to God.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, I pray for you a
mind full of hope, for hope determines our attitudes,
sets our goals and creates our ideals.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, I pray for you a
heart so full of love that every day you must give
some away to those whose paths you cross.

Reprinted from TCF

TO YOU AT CHRISTMAS

If I could do what ever I want to do
To make complete your gladsome Christmas-Day,
I would not bring a single thing to you,
But I would come and take some things away.
I'd take away all trouble from your heart,
Each pain and sorrow I would have relieved;
And every word that caused a single smart,
And every hour through which you sadly grieved.
I'd have them all begone - forever gone
Forgotten like the things that cannot be
And then each hour would be a joyful one
For only good things would be left, you see
Now that is what I'd really like to do,
If I could do the things I wish for you.

-Author Unknown

Christmas In Heaven

Author Unknown

'T' 'is Christmas in Heaven'
What a beautiful sight!
It's my first one here;
Everything is all right.

The crib is adorned
With the brilliance of stars;
Wise men have come
From Venus and Mars.

I've met all our dear ones
Who proceed me here;
The reunion was lovely,
An event full of cheer.

And tonight we'll all gather,
In reverence we'll kneel,
For the Babe in the cradle
Up in Heaven is REAL.

I think of my family
That I left behind
And I pray that your Christmas
Is as blessed as mine.

Please shed no more tears,
For my soul is at rest.
Just love one another,
Live life to its best.

Yes, it's Christmas in Heaven,
So I've heard them say.
Yet, Christmas in Heaven
happens every day.

Angel Night Before Christmas

....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
My emotions were stirring, no one to arouse.
The stockings were hung from the chimney with care.
One stocking seemed lonely... my child wasn't there.

I was sleepy and nestled all snug in my bed
While visions of heaven danced in my head.
I dreamt of heavenly gifts he'd unwrap,
As I settled my brains for a heavenly nap.

Since the day that he died my life had been shattered.
There was nothing much left that seemed really to matter.
I dosed off to sleep but awoke to a flash.
"Could this light be my child?" myself I did ask.

Then as I gazed out at the new fallen snow.
"What was that light?" I wanted to know!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a beautiful angle with luminous hair.

This angel was happy so lively and quick.
I knew in a moment my child wasn't sick.
More rapid than eagles his angel friends came
And he softly and tenderly called them by name.

They all stood before me in the snow and the wind
As I heard in the night the sweet message they send.
They want us to know that they heard our sad call
And they're really okay, not to worry at all.

As prayers that are prayed to heaven on high,
When they meet with a teardrop, mount to the sky.
So up to the clouds the angles they flew.
With a message of love for me and for you.

And then in a twinkling, they returned with their love.
They were dancing and prancing right up above.
Then all the angels, they flew to the ground.
One entered of my home without making a sound.

He was dressed all in white from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all glowing and he carried a book.
Great feathery wings he had on his back.
As he opened his book I sighed and I gasped.

His eyes how they twinkled his smile was so merry.
His cheeks were like roses but I was so weary.
Then he gave me the answers I needed to know.
His fluttering wings were as white as the snow.

As I stood there and watched him I felt a great peace
And a halo encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a sweet face and a wonderful grin
That beamed when he laughed from his ears to his chin.

His hair was so radiant and appeared to be silk.
I cried when I saw him in spite of myself.
The spark in his eyes and the glow 'round his head,
Soon gave me to know that he wasn't so dead.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
As he checked off my name in his book... under HURT.
He looked at me gently and smiled as time froze.
He gave me a hug and to the clouds he arose.

He joined his new friends and he gave a soft whistle
And away they all flew like a sudden dismissal.
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight...
"Mom, we're visiting all grieving parents tonight."

© 2002 - Christine Ross
© Revised 2006

A Love Song

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,
Please don't keep me
From hearing the beautiful music.
It soothes my broken heart
And fills my soul with love.

Nancy Williams