They are His flowers ..sent here on earth
We had the sanction to give them birth
                    
We are the soil that helped them grow
                    
When he calls them back.......
                    
With an anguish cry......

we have to let go.
                   
Oh Dear God..... it hurts so much...........
                   
Stay with me Father.....

dont let me lose touch
                    
Hush me ..Oh Lord......

quench my pain.........
                    
It awakens Dear father....

again and again.....
                   
The ache it will pale....

the memories will stay..
                   
These memories I'll have day after day...........
                    
The times that you gave me......to sorjourn with 
                   
with my child..

for this I give thanks..

.Dear Father
                 
for the Lamb of your child.

                                                              
Children
Copyright © 2001, Betty Woodard, All Rights Reserved.
The torment of losing a child
is like no other
pinnacle you shall ever again
reach in your life.
The anguish you will carry
for the rest of your days
in the loss of a child

The agony one must feel
when a child is
missing.... I cannot fathom
the  impelling pain
of never knowing about your child.
Not being able
to have a closure of  ascertaining.

2- 22-2001
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