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Isabella was born on January 9, 2002, healthy as can be. She was a happy little girl, but was taken too soon on Saturday May 17, 2003.
Isabella has sent a new little earth angel to love to fill the void.. Mia Isabella was born Sept 23, 2004 weighing in at 8lbs 3oz. She is a spitting image of her big sister and brings me joy that I never thought that I would feel again.
Here is the text that was on her funeral card...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
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If I Could Take
If I could take a minute out of each and everyday,
To hold my child close to my heart and kiss her fears away.
If I could take a minute out of each and every week,
To play with blocks and peek-a-boo, tag or hide and seek.
If I could take a minute of any span of time,
I'd never waste a second of the pleasures that were mine.
If she could crawl upon my knee and lay her sleepy head,
Upon my shoulder tenderly and dream of gingerbread.
I'd spend my time in total bliss and watch my small daughter grow,
From babyhood to childhood, knowing all there is to know.
If I could stop my aching heart and put my mind asleep,
If I could stop the flow of tears that are always on my cheek.
I only need a minute, Lord, I know she's safe with you,
But there's something real important that I had no time to do.
If you could do it for me Lord, here's a message she should know,
Tell her that I love her, then I'll let her go.
-Author Unknown-
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In Memory Of....
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
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Poem To All Dads
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 difficult
To stand up to the test
And field calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's alright
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...
Author Unknown
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The Mask
It doesn't fit me very well,
But it matters not, you see.
Because most people do not want
To see the real me.
It's much too painful for them,
So they avert their eyes.
Their platitudes are only words,
That I've come to despise.
They can't bear to confront it,
They don't know what to say.
They think if I ignore it,
The pain will go away.
But I cannot ignore it,
It is too deep and real.
And those who've never lived it,
Just don't know how I feel.
Noone wants to face it,
When a baby dies.
They quickly try to hush,
A grieving mother's cries.
They say I should be moving on,
They don't know what they ask.
So, to spare their feelings,
I put on the mask.
-Gwen Flowers-
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The Cord
Author Unknown
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 'til birth.
This cord can’t be seen by any on Earth.
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.
I am thankful that God connects us this way.
A mother and a child,
Death can’t take it away!
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This morning when I woke up,
I was in a different place.
I looked for you everywhere,
but I could not see your face.
I came across a girl like me,
Her hand I held in mine.
She took me to a beautiful place,
filled with love and things divine.
Mommy and Daddy I'm in heaven now.
I have no heartache here.
All we do is play and laugh,
I'll never shed a tear.
You can't skin your knee on clouds,
and you can't get burned by the sun.
I'll never have a broken heart,
or be able to get hurt by someone.
There is no one here that judges,
or makes fun of me.
I've never known that anyway,
for I'm a baby.
I found that I can see you now.
I watch you every day.
I'm in every dream you have,
I'm in every prayer you pray.
I'm in every hope you have,
I'm in every wish you make.
I'm in every child who's born,
I'm in all the love you take.
Mommy and Daddy I love you so much,
and my baby sissy too.
I'll be with you again someday,
'til then know I'm always with you.
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Remembering
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You ask me how I am doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
by Elizabeth Dent
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