#deathofachild

IN THE ANGEL'S ARMS

So many questions in this world we cannot answer…

No one can tell us why…

Why do tragedies happen everyday?

Why do children have to die? 

 

This is the story of one child…

I wish I was singing a happier tune

but this child’s story is over…it ended much too soon.

 

She did not enter this world peacefully…although her birth was a joyous day

there were complications from the beginning…and more obstacles along the way.

 

Her story ended a few days ago…at least now she’s out of harm…

She has a place in heaven…she’s in the angel’s arms.

 

Her parents handled each setback with dignity…with courage…and with grace….

as they tried to cope with the kind of heartache no family should face.

 

There were trips to hospitals and surgeries…so much going on inside her

and her parents shared her pain and suffering as they stood stoically beside her.

 

It is a testament to their love…that as they suffered through the haze…

in the midst of all their sorrow…they found joy in other ways

 

For they loved their little daughter…that was plain for all to see

and they did the best they could to give her life some harmony.

 

I hope as the years go by…when they stop 

when they pause a while…

they will remember more of the joy than the suffering…

and when they think of her…

they’ll smile.

 

Perhaps one day their questions will be answered…

when they join their daughter…out of harm

when they hold her again heaven…

when they’re together…

 

in the angel’s’ arms.



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WALKING WITH US TOO

I had a sister I never knew…who Mom and Dad still mourn.

She died, Mom said, when she was two…

and two years later…I was born.

 

They often talk about her.

They want to keep her memory alive…

Dad says it help him to remember…

Mom says it helps her to survive

 

Sometimes I’ve seen them wipe away tears when my sister’s name is spoken

and I can feel their pain and fears

and I know how their hearts were broken.

 

Mom says that it’s okay to cry…to weep to grieve…to feel

because when one can find no reason why…

crying helps to heal…

 

She says sometimes it’s too hard to talk about her feelings after all these years

And when her worlds will not come out…her eyes speak for her in tears.

 

The day she died, Mom said, was but one day…

two years after her arrival

but living without her everyday

is a lifelong journey of survival.

 

But our family is a happy one…in spite of losing one bright star.

We know living without a sister…a child…is just but part of who we are…

 

So we find our happiness wherever we go

Wherever we walk and in whatever we do…

and we all smile because we all know

 

my sister’s walking with us too.


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