Angel Babies

Creation itself speaks of God
The Great Creator and His handiwork;
In His power and design unflawed,
We see the flowers, the twisted vine-- the forest trees so tall!


The beautiful splendorous sunsets
Spring's showeres, Summer's blue sky and Autumn's colors
of yellow, red and gold:
We know He cares for things down here
Without ever being told!


The magnificent bounty of earth,
It's fragrance that fills the air;
All of nature proves Him true,
His knowledge and wisdom declare!


Then man came in - God's most intelligent creation,
To bear his likeness and in whose image is made;
Fail to look and see and choose,
How God is so vividly portrayed!


The offspring of man is God ordained
It is normal, natural and true;
Most are born without a problem,
But some bring sorror to you!


What of the miscarriage,
Is it known of God?
Is that form within the womb,
A lifeless little glob?


"No!" It cries, "I am alive!"
"Maybe only for a little while,
Because, at the instant of conception,
I received my character and style!"


"My characteristics were set,
Whether skin be dark or fair;
My stature, my nails,
Even the color of my hair!"


"I'm a person, though brief it might be,
Please give homeage due;
I was alive and had things been different,
I'd look just like one of you!"


Now, what of the child that's stillborn,
And that one claimed by SIDS?
It wasn't just misfortune,
It was truly on of the kids!


They all deserve respect,
Honor and recognition;
An award should be given,
Because of the uncontrolled situation!


For baby, Mom and Dad,
A medal should be given;
As a memorial for the loss,
And a looking forward to holding your Angel Baby in Heaven!


Author---Rev. Tom Milam written for Angel Babies Forever Loved

Does Anyone Know?

Does anyone know what today should be?
Anyone else or is it only me?

Does anyone know how great today would have been,
If you would have come now, instead of then.

It seems people forget; to them it is just another day.
But for me, I just can't think of it that way.

My heart aches and I can't stop the tears.
I keep on wishing that you were still here.

Others just don't understand why, today, I mourn.
Today is a special day; the day you should have been born


In honor of my daughter, Brenna Rae
Born sleeping July 28, 2003
Author Heather Will

A Ring

I wear a ring on my hand~
a never ending circle,
no beginning and no end.
A never ending circle,
symbolized by a golden band,


Stones of birth~
engravings of names,
all there to show the world
of a mother's worth.


January, September and Novemeber~
garnet, sapphire and topaz.
November and March~
to represent the babies that have passed.


A mother's ring I wear~
to complete my family circle.
Seven tiny jewels
carefully arranged with care.


A family made whole~
that sparkles and shines.
A family of stones,
only in jewels and gold.
A ring to show a completed family that is mine.


Author
Abby Canada~ March 2003

The Shopping Trip
Linda Vicory


As I persue the aisles,
of the local store,
I see things more differently,
than I ever have before.


"Daddy's Little Angel",
the embroidered bibs do read.
But, Daddy's angel is in Heaven,
and bibs she does not need.


She does not need a bottle,
a dress or a toy.
Of buying those things for her,
we shall never know the joy.


There are tiny jars of baby food,
that she will never eat,
And shiny shoes with buckles,
that will never touch her feet.


As the bikes and trikes taunt me,
from high up on the rack,
Tears will break free from my eyes,
if I dare look back.


I run off to the restroom,
to blow my nose and cry.
I wipe my eyes, swallow hard,
and let out a sigh.


I must go face the paper,
college and wide rule,
That my little angel,
will never use in school.


I hurry past the greeting cards,
that the people chose with care,
And I am reminded,
of the holidays we shall not share.


In the checkout line I bow my head,
and heavy is my heart,
For the family right in front of me,
has a newborn in their cart.


Shopping in the local store,
used to be mundane.
Now every aisle's full of items,
which remind me of my pain.


So, quick as I can, I give the cashier,
the money from my purse,
And hurry away from those who don't know my pain,
in this foreignly happy universe.