Dear Katie,

I wanted you so much, and I still want you

I needed you so much, and I still need you

I loved you so much, and I still love you

My heart is broken, yet filled with more love

My arms are empty and they ache to hold you

I keep them busy with remembering you

We will all remember you

For you have touched so many lives

In your short time on this earth

You have taught me so much

You Changed me forever

I am so proud to be your Mother

You are an amazing Daughter

Until We Meet AGAIN

Love,

Mommy

They say that Time in Heaven is Compared to 'the blink of an eye' for Us on this earth.

Sometimes it helps me to Think of my Child Running ahead of me through a Beautiful Field of Wildflowers and Butterflies;

so Happy and completely caught up in what she is doing, that by the time she turns around to see if I'm behind her . . .

I will be.

~

Judy Bruner

I wanted so much

I wanted so much more for you, my sweet little baby.

I wanted to change your diapers, not my life.

I wanted to nurse you, not my grief.

I wanted to dress you up, not bury you down.

I wanted to hear the sounds of your crying for me at night, not my own sounds of crying for you, my innocent, misconceived baby.

I wanted to see you grow, not the grass upon the grave.

I wanted to see you asleep in the crib, not in the casket.

I wanted to give you life, not death.

I wanted to show you off, not alone go on.

I wanted to comb your fuzzy hair, not save a lock of it.

I wanted to pick up after you, not put down my dreams for you.

I wanted to hold you in my arms, not this doll.

I wanted to walk you late at night, not my fears.

I wanted so much for you, my newly born, newly gone - child.

I wanted so much more

I wanted so much

I wanted

I wanted you.

Maria LaFond Visscher

My mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.

But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night and I go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.

But, like the sands on the beach that 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 Heaven's door, I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope 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 . . . through heaven's open door I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.

But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden that 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."

~

Kaye Des'Ormeaux