The Cord by unknown Author

We are connected, My mother 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 its 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 mom to me. The strength of this cord Man could not create It withstands the test Can hold any weight. And though he is gone, Though he's not here with me, The cord is still there But no one can see. It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sure, But this cord is my lifeline As never before. I am thankful that God Connects us this way. A mother and child

Don't Ask by Lisa J. Salas

Don't ask me how I am today;
Because I might just tell you.
Don't expect me to smile and say;
"fine,thank you"
I am not fine.

Don't ask me how I am today;
Because I just can't pretend.
I have to tell you;
"I haven't been fine;
sonce the day my baby died."

The Image of a child by Chuck Hockema

Long before the world began,
All of God's children knew of His plan.
A plan to come to eart to live,
To learn,to love,to share,to give.

Mothers were chosen,each child to conceive;
Each child would be given a chance to achieve;
That portion of life no matter how brief;
To be a real person,to prove this belief.

To prove that all people born to this earth;
Are children of God,each life of great worth.
Some would be fathers,some would be mothers;
Still others are born to be sisters or brothers.

Sometimes a life ends before it's begun;
Dreams are broken of that daughter or son.
The name had been picked for a girl or a boy,
Even bought diapers,furniture and toys.

And now all that's left is the hurt and the pain.
Good people try to help,then try to explain.
Some say it just wasn't meant to be,
Some say,"Wait awhile,you'll forget,you'll see".

But deep in the heart of the father and mother,
Is the image of a child unlike any other.
The image of that child that lives on in their hearts.
The need is real,their love to impart.

To impart to that child,
Their love and their giving.
The image of that child
In their hearts will be living.

Poem to Jeffrey by Susan Berg(Mother)

No first baby's cries;
or goodbye lullabyes.
Only a quiet good-bye.

No gazing into big blue eyes;
or wearing little booties and
bowties.
Only emptiness inside.

No kisses for tiny fingers and toes;
or baby coos and first words to
know.

No first baby steps or games to play.
Only hopes and dreams that were
swept away.

No birthday candles,ballons or
gifts.
Only heavy hearts cannot lift.

No brother and sister bonds to share.
Only love we send in thoughts and
prayers.

No;you were the gift chose not
give.
Only with angels is where you shall
live.

No;to hold you in my arms I must
wait.
Only in time,we will meet at the gate.

I'll never forget the sweet words of a friend who consoled me in a time of sadness about losing my son Jeffrey.He said the usual thing you hear...God works in mysterious ways.That His plan is too great for us to understand.But then he added,"you never know.Maybe when you get there,he'll be holding the gate."

Thank you Susan for allowing me to share this

Mother's Day Poem by Gwen Flowers

I got this from my support group and thought I should share with all the angel mommies......

Happy Mothers Day to you,
and may peace fill your heart
as you and your sweet babies spend
this mothers day apart

My thoughts and prayers are with you
on this Mothers Day
for you have seen your hopes and dreams
softly slip away

Happy Mothers Day to you
you deserve nothing less
for you have borne the burden
of loss and emptiness.

You have earned the right to roses
or daisies in chubby hands
but all I can offer to you
is a friend who understands.

There's so much pain and sorrow
when things turn out this way
but we share a special bond
on this special day.

So happy Mothers Day, my friend
may it bring some joy to you
for you have loved that special way
that only mothers do.

The Cord by unknown Author

We are connected,
My mother 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 its 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 mom to me.

The strength of this cord
Man could not create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.

And though he is gone,
Though he's not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.

It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sure,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.

I am thankful that God
Connects us this way.
A mother and child

What Makes A Mother by Unknown Author

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked, "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard him say
A Mother has a baby
This we know is true
But, God, can you be a mother
When your baby's not with you?
Yes, you can he replied
With confidence in his voice
I give many women babies
When they leave it is not their choice
Some I send for a lifetime
And others for the day
And some I send to feel your womb
But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this God
I want my baby here

He took a breath
and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear
I wish I could show you
What your child is doing Here

If you could see your child smile
With other children and say
"We go to earth to learn our lessons
of love and life and fear,
but My mommy loved me so much
I got to come straight here!"
I feel so lucky to have a Mom who
had so much love for me
I learned my lessons very quickly
My Mommy set me free.
I miss my Mommy oh so much
But I visit her each day
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow is where I lay
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear
"Mommy, Please don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I am here"

So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are okay
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay
They'll wait for you with Me
Until your lessons there are through
And on the day that you come home
they'll be at the gates waiting for you

So now you see
What makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start

ELEGY FOR A STILL-BORN CHILD by Seamus Heaney

Your mother walks light as an empty creel
Unlearning the intimate nudge and pull

Your trussed-up weight of seed-flesh andbone-curd
Had insisted on. That evicted world

Contracts round its history, its scar.
Doomsday struck when your collapsedsphere

Extinguished itself in our atmosphere,
Your mother heavy with the lightness in her.

For 8 months you stayed cartographer
Charting my friend from husband towardsfather.

He guessed a globe behind your steadymound.
Then the pole fell, shooting star, into theground.

On lonely journeys I think of it all,
Birth of death, exhumation for burial;

A wreath of small clothes, a memorialpram
And parents reaching for a phantom limb.

I drive by remote control on this bare road
Under a drizzling sky, a circling rock.

Past mountain fields full to the brim withcloud.
White waves riding home on a wintry lough.

For A Child Born Dead by Elizabeth Jennings

What ceremony can we fit
You into now? If you had come
Out of this warm and noisy room
To this, there'd be an opposite
For us to know you by. We could
Imagine you in lively mood.

And then look at the other side,
The mood drawn out of you, the breath
Defeated by the power of death.
But we have never seen you stride
Ambitiously the world we know.
You could not come and yet you go.

But there is nothing now to mar.
Your clear refusal of our world.
Not in our memories can we mould
You or distort your character.
Then all our consolation is
That grief can be as pure as this.

Letter from Heaven by Ruth Ann Mahaffey

The day I left,when my life was through
God picked me up and hugged me;
and now I say to you.....

My God gave me a list of things
He wished for me to do;
and foremost on that list of mine is to watch and care for you

To my dearest family,some things I'd like to say
but first of all is to let you know that I have arrived okay
I'm writting this from heaven where I dwell with God above;
where there's no more tears or sadness;
there is just eternal love

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight
remember I'm with you every morning,noon and night
I will be beside you everyday and week and year
and when you are sad,I'm standing here to wipe away your tears
and when you lie in bed at night,the day's chores are put to flight
God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night.

But one thing is for certain,
though my life on earth is no more,I am closer to you now than I was ever before
when you are walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
I am walking in your footsteps only half a step behind;
and when you feel that gentle breeze or the wind upon your face,
that's me giving you a great big hug or just a soft embrace
and I will always love you from that land way up above;
I'll be in touch soon....

Do not cry-unknown author

Do not cry,I did not die my time just came to part
but I will always be close to your heart
I am resting in a peaceful place
If you see me now,I wear a happy face
He gives me a lot of care and love
I am here in heaven above
so do not cry,because I didn't die
keep me alive in your heart
because from there I'll never part
when I died I kept on living
I'm your angel up in heaven
You'll always have my love seeing you through
remember I love you all

A Child Of Mine (To All Parents) by Edgar Guest

I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief.
You'll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.