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A young friend from our church wrote this poem for us at the time of our greatest loss. She has become a very special young lady.
Hope and Peace to You
Wings of angels and golden streets,
this is now what your baby sees.
We don't understand why God took him away
But I pray that You'll find peace knowing that
Heaven is where he'll stay.
He can play all day long at our loving Savior's feet
And Jesus will hold him in his arms as he rocks him to sleep.
The love and care you provided him with while he was on this earth
Will now be multiplied by many times now that he is with the Lord.
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"The memories we shared,
the times we had together,
they will stay with us always,
goodbye is not forever."
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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 little rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, 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.
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Riley had so many people that loved him and
to all of our family please know that
we love you and greatly appreciate you.
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My mom is a survivor
or so I've heard it said
but i can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand
she doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
the never wash away....
I watch over my surviving mom
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through heavens door i see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cop with death
to keep my memory alive
but anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
throught heaven open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forever more.
I know that doesnt' help her...
or ease the burden she bears
so if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels...
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal!!
Don't cry because it's over,
Smile because it happened.
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