Angels Remembered Poetry Page |
Angels Remembered By Maria P Urso, Copyright2001 Angels remembered every day, Whispering God's love in their own special way. Hearts shining bright, giving God's light, To those who are in the darkest of night. Angels remembered, gifts from on high, Whose task is completed when God draws them nigh. To once again be near His heavenly throne, The angels content, for they are at home. Angels remembered closely stand by, Giving us courage and wings to fly. For one day will come, when we'll finally be, With the Angels Remembered eternally. |
In God's Own Wings By Chance Johnson, Copyright 1994 On the wings of a comet you came Like a bright and shining star Touching the spirit of many Spreading the light near and far After many months of physical toil A beautiful princess for Grandma to spoil. The years rushed by and the two became one Grandma and child A new sojourn begun We do not know why you left us so soon and our questions will linger for many phases of the moon So Grandma and child Like a bright shooting star Our emotions rest in knowing In God's own wings you are This poem was submitted by Nina & Fritz Harrison whose daughter died together with her grandmother in a house fire. |
Angels By Sharon J Bryant, Copright 2001 Angels come in all sizes They can come in many ways They can come in the nighttime Or be with us during the days Don't always expect to see wings Or halos upon their heads Angels can come in disguises They can even sleep in our beds An angel can softly touch you With a feather of a touch They can leave thoughts within you You might feel it's just a "hunch" When you're sad and feeling lonely They can stand alongside of you You don't always have to "see" them They have "signs" they give us too You can often feel their presence If you'll let your heart be free Your child can softly whisper "Mom, I'm here, it's me!" I'm lucky to have these encounters My angel is always near I always feel my sorrow Quickly disappear My angel left when only five When his earthly life was through Our angels are always near us They never leave me or you Pay attention to the little things Like the butterfly who lands near Or the "feeling" of someone close by And your "signs" will be clear When you are feeling sad And your day is not going good Angels are all around us They want to be understood I'll always watch for my angel I know he's watching me Death cannot separate our love Our love is through eternity |
Child Gone Home By Allison Cambers Coxsey, Copyright 1996 Children's voices fill the air Life and laughter ring Across hills of Heaven Small, sweet voices sing. Gone to be with Jesus Each little girl and boy Now run and play as never before In the land of eternal joy. Never to know another tear Or face another pain What was a senseless loss on earth Has now become Heaven's gain. While Heaven is much sweeter In your heart you'll not be alone God filled it wih memories of laughter and love Of that child who has now gone home. |
My Son By Debby Pueschel, Copyright 2001 Candles, my son, shine for you Roses add their fragrance too, Midst the tears of calling your name But only to hear it come back to the same. I call you my son, hoping you'll hear Wanting to run and wipe away my tear, You call, "Don't cry Mom, please do not cry I am so very happy", you say with a sigh. This place is so beautiful the hills oh so green, Heaven is more glorious than eye has ever seen. The roses more fragrant, the air oh, so clear You must not forget that I'm much happier here. Oh Mother, don't cry, there is so much to do But for the time, I send my love down to you. So now my dear Mom, you have nothing to dread I'll lie on the hills with flowers to cradle my head. One day, Mom, you'll know the peace that is here. Please, Mom, don't worry, there's no reason to fear That I might be alone, frightened or scared, I have my God who has so gloriously prepared for us...our whole family... a home of pure joy Where no one's unhappy, not one girl or boy. For no fathers or mothers, no tears do they shed, For our Father watches o're us, so we do not tread On sorrows or pain, but only blessings above All of these pains, fly away on the wing of the dove. Written in memory of Debby's son, Carl |
Our Angel Boy By Christopher Fuller's Mom, Copyright 2001 We miss your beautiful brown eyes, so full of life Your joyous laughter, so wonderful to hear Your beautiful boyish smile Your warm and heartfelt embraces Your loving kisses Your way of being a boy through and through. You had a tremendous amount of love in your little heart So when you left us, it tore us apart You loved your legos, your micro machines Your action figures, your army stuff Truly a boy through and through. You brought us so much happiness in your short time here Even in times of trouble and in times of pain Your smile just kept shining on No more pain for you now But lots of pain for us in losing you Now you are in heaven and I hope to see you soon With all my love, for always, Mommy |
Joshua By Dawn Taylor, Joshua Bell's Mom Copyright2001 I sit here and wonder How things would be If you were here now Looking at me. You were so small When you were taken away It wasn't quite fair I wanted you to stay. I miss your little face And the twinkle in your eyes Your beautiful smile That brightened up the skies. I remember the things You used to do Your silly little ways I remember them too. You are always on my mind And forever in my heart I will be near you someday But for now we are far apart. Love, Mommy |
The Wings of Gold By Ileana Villahermosa, Felipe's Mom Copyright2001 Back tat Tuesday when you died I still remember my dream An angel came here to me And presented me "The Gift" He asked that I close my eyes It was then I saw your smile You were glowing oh so bright It was then I realized What they had given to you I laughed cause you couldn't move They were so heavy, My love It was then the angel spoke "they've never seen one so young deserving 'The Wings of Gold' Your smile made the sky bright Angels were there so surprised Angels read records all night Searching, wondering, Is this right? But is was a waste of time God decided it was just To reward such a special soul My younger son made me proud One more time, just like before He was there, up in the clouds Helping everyone around When I woke up then, that morning I kissed goodbye to your body It was cold, your soul was gone But inside there was a smile Sometimes I have wondered, why? No one saw it, just you and I It was then I realized I was no longer alone You were there by my side And your wings were, oh, so bright My son won The Wings of Gold My sweet son had Wings of Gold Same as his love here on earth When he walked among his friends For you Felipe Forever! |
Author and Title Unknown Submitted by Nina Harrison Blowing kisses to Heaven That's what I can do Everytime I want to say How much "I love you." Blowing kisses to heaven I know that you love me I am so blessed and so thankful That God sent you to our family. Everyone that met you Claimed you as their own Gentle, so caring, so giving, so kind, A truest gift wrapped from God's heart to mine. Now you are receiving Blessings so deserved And everytime I think of you I'll blow kisses to heaven My heart to yours! |
My Father's Way My Father's way may twist and turn, My heart may throb and ache, But in my soul I'm glad I know He maketh no mistake. My Cherished plans may go astray, My hopes may fade away, But still I'll trust my Lord to lead For He doth know the way. There's so much now I cannot see, My eyesight's far too dim; But come what may, I'll simply trust And leave it all to Him. For by and by the mist will lift And plain it all He'll make, Through all the way, tho' dark to me, He made not one mistake. Submitted by Maria Urso, from an inspirational writing, Author Unknown, dedicated to all parents. |
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Letter to Mom by Joy Curnett, Copyright 2001 Mom, please don't feel guilty It was just my time to go. I see you are still feeling sad, And the tears just seem to flow. We all come to earth for our lifetime, And for some it's not many years I don't want you to keep crying You are shedding so many tears. I haven't really left you Even though it may seem so. I have just gone to my heavenly home, And I'm closer to you than you know. Just believe that when you say my name I'm standing next to you, I know you long to see me, But there's nothing I can do. But I'll still send you messages And hope you understand, That when your time comes to "cross over", I'll be there to take your hand. |
I See You Everywhere by Sharon Bryant, Copyright 2001 I walk around the house I see you everywhere There's not a place I go That your memory isn't there. I see you in the living room Clicking the remote to the t.v. I see you in the refrigerator Yelling, "Mom, was there leftovers for me?" I see you in your bedroom Lying, sleeping in your bed I remember the many times I softly stroked your head. I can stand at the window And look out in the yard I see you in the backyard Playing with your cars. I go into your room And touch all your things that you loved Sometimes sit down and cry And ask WHY to God up above. No matter where I'm at You're memory is always there I see your life with me Every place, everywhere. I look into the mirror I see your eyes through mine I look at my face My mind wanders back in time To the days when you WERE here Running through the house I remember the time you got scared When you saw the little mouse I look at the rug Where you once used to play If I close my eyes I can still hear The cute things you would say I know I'll always see you No matter where I'll be I promised you at birth My love was through eternity |
The Little Soul by Maria P Urso, Copyright 2001 A little soul born of God Was sent to earth one day A precious gift so full of life Loved in every way. This little soul was given life, A body he would dwell in. To grow up in a strange new world, A name he would be given. The little soul brought great joy, To those who had received him. With open arms, hearts full of love They longed to always keep him. The understanding was not clear, How long this soul would live. Only God knew of his years-- How much he had to give. And when he had completed All he was destined to, The Lord called him back to be with Him, Away from me and you. And though we miss this little soul, we know within our hearts, He dwells with us forever, With each new day that starts. For the soul, it is eternal, A soul can never die. The soul comes from the Father And dwells with Him on high. The day will come and surely pass, When God will call us too, Our bodies as we know them Will one day become new. A little soul eternal, Returning to our home, With God and all His angels, In heaven's gates to roam. To one day see the little soul, We knew while on this earth. And hold him in our loving arms, As we did upon his birth. " I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction: repentance shall be hid from mine eyes. Hosea 13:14 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I (Jesus) would have told you. I got to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:2, 3 |
The Rights of a Parent by Kaye Des'Ormeaux, Copyright 2001 Every time I turn on the television Or even listen to the radio Someone, somewhere is screaming for their rights, Saying equal rights is NOT for all to know. They are demanding the right to do this; Or say that; or just be what they want to be. They want the freedom to "express themselves." You know... their please don't really bother me. But...who stand up for the rights of a parent? Where are all the people on the sidewalks in protest? Who cares about the rights of a lonely parent that's Forced to lay their child in Heavenly rest? What about the rights of a precious mother Who so wanted one day to stand in pride And what her daughter try on her wedding dress! This mother's rights have been denied. Oh...what about the rights of that loving daddy; Who wanted to teach his son how to play ball And sit proudly in the bleachers to yell out too? This dad's rights don't exist at all. Oh I say what about the rights of each mother Who so wanted to taste Grammiehood? And each dad who wanted to gaze into a nursery and bawl like a baby right where he stood? Oh, what about the dad who wanted his right; To be the dad and silently intimidate A young man who stands shaking in his shoes? This dad's rights still lay in wait. Oh, and what about the rights of each mother Who so wanted to dance with her son. And hold him close to her just one more time; One the day he and his bride became one? What about those parents who wanted the right To teach their child right from wrong? Who so wanted to sit on life's sidelines And watch their child grow strong in love and song. Somone needs to take a stand up for equality. This plea is true . . . I must confess. But if we are to live in a world where all is fair, Rights of a parent MUST not be repossessed. And, today I'll once again turn on the radio, And hear those protestors voice in blast! But the screams of a parent who once had dreams... Now are only silent whispers from the past! The only rights these parents hold in their hands Are the rights to possess empty arms. And the right to know their child is with the Lord; Forever smiling and protected from all harm. Oh yes, let's fight for the rights of a parent. Let the rights of a parent be restored. Remove the pain that so plainly stands in view. And give us the right to smile forevermore! |
This Child of Mine by Edgar A Guest, Source Unknown Submitted by: Maria Urso "I'll lend you for a little while A child of mine," God said, "For you to have 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 'iill 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 a solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return; But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn. I've looked the whole world over In search for teachers true; And from the throngs that crowd life's land, I have chosen you. Now, will you give him all your love Nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take This lent child back again?" I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, They will be done. For all the joys They child will bring The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may. And for the happiness we've known Forever grateful stay. But should Thy angel call for him Much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand." |
I Believe by Sharon Bryant, Copyright 2001 I believe for every parent Who has ever lost a child That the sadness will lessen Yet this all takes a while. I believe for those who feel They will again never laugh or sing These things will come back to you Like the wonder of a new spring. I believe we can't get answers To the questions that we ask I believe our time will come When we can shed our masks. I believe in God and Heaven Though things I don't understand Will one day be revealed to us When we enter that wonderous land. I believe our lives have changed And we have to learn to cope Because if we give up our faith We've also lost our hope. I believe in God And all the Bible says He'd do I believe He loves all of us And His love will carry us through. I know when our lives are weary And we don't know how to cope When our tears seem endless And we feel there is no hope. . . God will step in to help And give us a hand For I believe there's something else Than this earthly land. I know the tragedy of losing a child Is the worse thing a human can feel I also believe by experience Healing comes from helping others to heal. I believe our hearts that broke Will always have a piece missing I believe our children want All of us to go on living. Remembering the good times That we all once shared together I believe our memories carry us through Because I believe eternity is forever. I believe! |
Jordan and The Angel The word come crashing A young family cries The pain sets in Under their heart, and in their soul. The angel opens her eyes (pale blue colored eyes) She comes down to take their son up high Time stops at the door, This moment shes been waiting for Each day they feel it Sometimes before they wake The pain is in their heart Like the sharp point of a stake They go through each day Trying to comprehend their loss But they just can't get an answer To why their son went away He went looking for adventure On a lonely rainy day He found a beautiful angel And now all he does is play The angel shows him heaven And that everything here is fair Someday when they don't know All his family and friends will all be there He is greeted with arms wide open And he looks to see Jesus there He runs to His arms and says "I saw a picture of you down there" Written with love by Chris Ballard, December 8, 2001 In Memory of his Buddy Jordan |
To our Son Andrew, "If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane; we would walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again." Submitted by Annette Costello |
The Wings of Faith Submitted by Janet Blohm, March 2002 May the wings of faith uphold you, When your cross is hard to bear, As temptations surround you, And no one seems to care. May the wings of faith surround you And shield you from the pain, When sorrows overcome you, And tea drops fall like rain. May you know that God is with you In times of deep despair. May the Spirit Who's within you, Confirm that He is there! May the valley of the shadow Provide angels unaware... May the wings of faith uphold you When your cross is hard to bear. |
The Storm Has Just Begun by Christy Lee Dillinger In Memory of Jeremy Dewayne Brady I once heard a song called, "The Storm Is Over." Oh, how I wish it were true. To endure such tranquil peace, would be heavenly. For me the storm is not over. My son's tragic death, Has taken me through horrendous storms. Storms, I never knew existed, Sleepless nights, darkened days, Endless storms like the river's flow. Terrible, ragin storms fill my heart, My body is going through the motions of life, Agonizing nightmares of that night, ripping me apart. How do I pass through this billowing storm? Without my son's presence, his sweet voice, Charming smile, bear hugs and I love you mom. I carefully and cautiously tread through this storm, Fearing it will take me places unknown, places I may never return. It could swallow my whole being up and take my mind. Or it couldleave me left alone in a bottomless pit. Son, your storm is over. Mine has just begun. |
Tears Are A Language by Christy Dillinger Tears are a language God understands, In my grief, He comforts me as I hold to His hands. My tears fall like uncontrollable rain, Only God knows my agony, my intense pain. I lost my sweet son here in this life, In Heaven I will see him without trouble and strife. Often sweet memories flood my mind, He was a good son so gentle and kind. Jeremy left me with grandchildren of three, His legacy will carry on through their lives you see. The daily walk without my son is difficult to bear, I know through love and sufficient grace, God will always be there. My pain and suffering doesn't compare to the loss, For what God felt, when His son was hanging on he cross. I didn't understand when this tragedy came, I must lean on His promises and sweet Holy name. He bottles up our tears and gives us strength to stand, Because tears are a language God understands. In Memory of Jeremy Brady, my son. 2/22/77 - 3/24/01 |