"My Gratitude for the Gift of Peace" by Joanne (1/9/99)
"I never knew" by Lori (2/9/99)
"CASEY'S GIFT" by Lisa (7/5/01)
The Tiny "Rosebud" God Picked to Bloom in Heaven for Kamerron sent in by Robin (2/25/02)
"In Loving Memory of Joe Richard Mark Bauckham 14TH - 15TH November 1999 and Baby Bauckham ~ 8th Feb 02" by Sarah (2/27/02)
I wrote this on my daughter Marissa's 5th Birthday/Anniversary. I had sat down to wait for a friend to come over for coffee, I felt this almost urgent need to write. I hadn't written any poetry for over 5 years and knew that it was time.
I proceeded to write the poem within 20 minutes. I felt such a peace come over me while writing, I knew that this was the right time. I felt truly led by the Spirit and the words just poured out.
I have also felt that it was time to share my story with others and try and help other's along their journey to find peace. Marissa was stillborn at 39 1/2 weeks, cause unknown. The one thing that I am sure of is that she suffered no pain as I had felt none.
She was the 3rd of my 4 children, and gave me the gift of a closer family and The Church. I have a heart that is full of Gratitude for the Peace that has come over time and the Blessing of My angel who is in my heart always.
I have been spending alot of time thinking about my babies and the lessons I have learned. I hope you like it. Also I have added my Erin's picture to her story page and rewrote the story it's at:
Erin
Hugs,
Lori Ayrault
For more thoughts..."A Letter to Mommy" by Lori and Jennifer (10/4/98)
Lori aka erinquinn & angelsamongus
CASEY'S GIFT
The spirit of the warm summer
The beauty of the spirit of the autumn with its golds,
and reds oranges and greens was the time you
came and touched our souls.
The spirit of winter
The spirit of down
The spirit of twilight
The spirit of slnmber
are now protecting your love and joy that was
given for such a short time for us your mummy ansd daddy
and brother Declan to treasure
I see you now in a beautiful place asleep beneath
the protecting tree.
A shaft of sunlight streaming
down in this tranquil place.
All the spirits above are there
to take you on your journeys of joy and wonderment.
Through my eyes you will see the
sunsets and beauties of the world.
Through your daddies eyes the beauties of nature.
Through Declans eyes you will grow and walk
beside him always.
You will be the cool wisper of a wind on a hot summers day.
You willbe the joy Declan feels at Christmas
because all these things you give to him.
Lisa
Casey Brock Jowett
25/10/200-13/11/00
Died soon after birth
England
7/5/01
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For my son Kamerron The Tiny "Rosebud" God Picked to Bloom in Heaven "Our Last Angel, Kamerron" by Robin (Newborn Loss/Known Cause) (2/10/02)
In Loving Memory of Joe Richard Mark Bauckham
14TH - 15TH November 1999 and Baby Bauckham ~ 8th Feb 02 I dont know who wrote that poem, but I love it and I thank them for it. "Our son Joe , Newborn Loss 1999" by Sarah (1/6/02) "Baby Bauckham" by Sarah (2/23/02)
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Planted a seed in the garden of love
And from there it grew a rosebud so small
That it never had time to open at all
For God in His perfect and all-wise way
Chose this rose for his heavenly bouquet
And great was the joy of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose
To leave earth's garden for One on high
Where roses bloom and never die...
So, while you can't see your precious rose bloom
You know the Great Gardener from the "Upper Room"
Is watching and tending this wee rose with care
Tenderely touching each petal so fair...
So think of your darling with angels above
Secure and contented and surrounded by love
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too,
For in dying your darling brought heaven closer to
you!
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In a baby castle,
just beyond my eye
my baby plays with angel toys
that money cannot buy
Who am I to wish him back
into a world of strife,
No, play on my baby,
You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
and sleep forsakes my eyes
I'll hear his tiny footsteps
running to my side.
His little hands caress me,
so tenderly and sweet
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes
and embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure
that I rate above all other
I have known true glory
I am still his mother.
Baby Bauckham
8th feb 02
Miscarriage
ENGLAND
1/6/02
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