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Poems of Loss
Gone But Not Forgotten
Don't think of me as gone away
My journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one
Just think of me as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how I am wishing
That we could know today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of me as living
In the hearts of those I've touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And I'm loved so very much
Anonymous
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A letter from heaven -to my family:
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness, Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon, and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for you dearest family, they will be here later on.
I need you here badly, you are part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you... in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you that, you would not understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
I'm closer to you now, then I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb.
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like if for you too.
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain.
Then you can say to God at night... My day was not in vain.
And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low.
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind.
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go... from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me.
Unknown
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Grieving Time, A Time for Love
By Barbara Bergen
If a loved one has departed,
And left an empty space,
Seek the inner stillness,
Set a slower pace.
Take time to remember,
Allow yourself to cry,
Acknowledge your emotions,
Let sadness pass on by.
Then center in the oneness,
Remember . . . God is here,
Death is but a change in form,
Your loved one is still near.
Treat yourself with kindness,
Allow yourself to feel,
God will do the mending,
And time will help you heal.
How Do I Miss Thee?
How do I miss thee?
Let me count the ways...
I miss the way you made me mad
I miss the way you made me glad
I miss the way you made me smile
And loving me all the while.
I miss the way you used to care
I miss the way you were so fair
I miss the way we used to chat
About this and about that.
I miss the way we stuck together
Through thick and thin, in any weather
I miss the way you made me feel
Like my life was so unreal.
But most of all I miss your love
That, surely was sent from God above.
Author: Michael Bugon
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Does Heaven have a phone number?
Mommy went to Heaven,
but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down,
I need her right away.
Operator, can you tell me,
how to find her in this book?
Is Heaven in the yellow part?
I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is she very far away,
is it across the sea?
She 's been gone a long, long time,
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her,
but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please,
is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big, big words,
I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator...
I didn't mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too?
Or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church,
maybe they will know.
Mommy said if we need help,
that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church,
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator...
I'll give them a call.
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Daddy's Day
Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school and she couldn't wait to go.
Her Mommy tried to tell her that she probably should stay home.
The kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid, she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates, on this special Daddy's Day.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why, once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall, in back for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, and every child turned to stare.
Each of them were searching for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin.
With hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique:
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so."
"He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart.
I know because he told me, "he'll forever be here in my heart"
With that her little hand reached up and laid across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
From somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
She stood up for the love of a daddy not there by her side.
Who would be doing all he could for her, doing what was right.
When she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but a message so clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
If he could he would be here, but heaven's just too far.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
Then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
To her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for just a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
What happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
No one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful single pink rose.
A child was blessed, if for only a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
"I love you too daddy!"
by: Cheryl Costello-Forshey Copyright© 2000
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I Hafta Go
I'm sorry that I hafta go
And I thank you for your prayers.
But my Father, who lives up above,
Needed me up there.
And though you were so very sweet,
I know you'll understand
That hosts of little angels wait
For me in Gloryland.
I can't see a rain drop
Or a cloud up in the sky.
I can run, and jump, and play;
Without a pain or sigh.
I hope that I accomplished what
Father God sent me to do.
I hope you realize I'm His
And was only loaned to you.
I can't come back again, you know.
But you can come to me.
Your treasure up in heaven
Is a girl that's almost three.
So, please remember all the times
That filled us all with glee.
Make your way sure to heaven -
To come and live with me.
Copyright© Joan Clifton Costner
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Strength
I'm going home to be with Jesus
For my work on earth is thru
Please don't weep for me
For I am waiting just beyond the Blue
Be strong for the others
Who have not yet found strength to carry on
Be a witness of God's Amazing Love
And forever stand so strong
Teach all the loved ones
That the Savior will so freely give
If they will only pray with Faith
For Jesus will supply each and every need
Just as he said "All our needs"
And strength is a need
And it can only come from Him.
For now thru out eternity
I have only began to live
and I owe it all to my Savior
Who once died so I could live.
Copyright© Chris Wilds
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I Am Not Gone
I am not gone, I am changed.
Have faith and please believe me.
God did not take me away from you,
He split the skies and received me.
Now...
I'm an echo in your laughter,
a reflection in your tears,
an extra thread of strength
to help you overcome your fears.
I'm an added ray of sunshine,
more joy for you to share,
a fragrance of the life you live.
Wherever you are - I am there.
Copyright© 2002 Terri McPherson
It's called Moment by Moment by Linda Lee Wolovich
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