(((((Michael))))))

You could of warned me
before asking me to read it..


Very heart wrenching!

This touches close to home.
My nephews son died in the womb at 6 mo.
I buried his first pair of Justin ropers (cowboy boots)
with him in his little coffin.
He never got his first pony I had already picked out for him.

Love & light
to anybody that has gone through this.

Baby, I'm truly sorry, I had no idea. My post was inspried by a gentlman who's name escapes me, but it hit so close to home that I haven't been able to think of anything else lately

Thank all of you for your kind words. Even though it has been a few years, the anguish never truly goes away. And the feeling of helplessness merely gets deeper.

Baby I found the Indian prayer I was talkin' to you about that we chose when Kristen passed away (I was talking to her in my head, asking her to help me 'cause it was just we two mothers to do all the arrangements and we weren't in too good a shape,) and this prayer literally jumped into my hands and it's so beautiful......It would honor me sweetie to transcribe it for you and your son....as well as for your friend catchme_ifucan - you sound like a really nice person (I not only lost a daughter, I also lost a nephew), and everyone who has lost a loved one. May this bring you comfort in some small way.....................

Indian Prayer

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 cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

memorable wording, indeed
My son never saw the light of day,
His little nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay.
I never got to see, the twinkle in his eye,
Till years later, while gazing into a star filled night sky.
My boy will never grow into the man he could be,
But I see him, I see him, if only distantly.
My son never saw in my eyes an adoring look,
I never got to read to him from his favorite book.
He lives within my heart to this very day,
I sometimes hear his faint whisper, Daddy, Daddy, it's okay.
My son will never know the love of a wife,
He will never bear children, nor give my grandchildren life.
Though he is gone, I see him everyday,
From my memories, he will never fade away.
My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun,
He will never howl at the moon, as his father had once done.
So very many things he will never see or do,
And if you catch me staring, it may be him, that I see in you
My son's heart beats within my very chest,
It is while thinking of him, I am at my best.
Although he is gone, I yet remain
And it is the love of his father's father that keeps me sane
My son will never hear the sweet sound of a well played horn
Because you see, My son, My son, My son, was stillborn.

This was inspired by a previous post. And just as the meaning of these words hold true, my son still lives within me.

I would like to thank those of you who have taken the time to read these words. And it is my hopes that my words have touched your hearts. For those of you who have lost a loved one, I hope these simple words have brought back fond loving memories of those whom you have lost. May God Bless Each Of Us