Our Heroes
from Whispers of the Heart
Love Sharon & Debbie
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I REMEMBER
I remember that day
I will never forget
When my world changed
I hurt and I wept
One little boy
The only child I had
Called to Heaven
It was so sad
And though the world went on
And so many never said
I'll remember him always
I'm sorry that he's dead
For me my world changed
On a fall October day
When my little boy was outside
Just playing away
Through the years I've managed
To get by with my grief
But I'll always remember my little boy
And his life being so brief
Forgive me if I cry still
For I still hurt today
It hurts to know the Angels
Called him home so young that day
I see so many today
Who feel what I've been through
And sometimes I want to find words
That will somehow make them heal too
Sometimes I wish my child
Was noticed still today
And people said, "I remember him"
And the day he went away
But those things never happened
And alone I think of him
For he was MY CHILD
My love will never end
He didn't get recognition
Like New York City does today
But to me my child was special
And in my heart he'll stay
I'm sorry for all who lost a loved one
In New York City on that day
But we who have lost our child
Live with pain ourselves everyday
Tomorrow the world remembers
The massive lives taken that day
But I will also say a prayer
For my own child
Who was also taken away
In Memory of all our children
Who are in our hearts forever
Love,
From Whispers Of The Heart
Sharon Bryant
©September 10, 2002
ONE NATION - ONE CHILD
On a day fast approaching
This world will remember
How New York City changed
Our lives last September
Some of us shake our heads
Some of us still cry
But nothing can let us forget
The day so many died
For many years to come
On this fall September day
This nation will always mourn
For the lives taken that day
And yet there are others
Who mourn in their lives too
For the child they lost
Like me and like you
As a parent who has lost a child
I can't help but think
How different the views are
It makes my heart sink
When a parent loses a child
We are told to "get on with our life"
We're shunned if we mention
We're a bereaved husband or wife
No hugs are given
When we say our child is gone
But those who lost on 9-11
Find that hugs are strong
I can't help but wonder
What the difference can be
For those from 9-11
Or for you and me
Each year on the day
That our child died
We mourn their passing
It always makes us cry
And yet no one notices
The pain that we feel
New York City was a shock
And the pain was real
But so is ours
It comes from our soul
For we didn't get to see
Our own child grow
We are expected
From things said to us
"Get on with your life"
Don't make such a fuss
Sometimes it seems unfair
That so many can say
Remember 9-11
But not our child who went away
A bereaved parent lives
their own 9-11 too
When tragedy struck
But the nation did not view
Our lives have changed
But the world cannot see
We live our own personal 9-11
And pray for eternity
Yes, tragedy struck on 9-11
And stunned us all
When we saw the towers on fire
Before we saw it fall
A building, a vehicle
Or even a tree
We bereaved mourn
The same way you see
Our child is dead
And we have to cope
Sometimes it is so hard
Sometimes we lose hope
But we can't understand
How people can say
Remember 9-11
Never forget that day
We won't forget that day
As the nation grieves
But we who have lost a child ask
Who grieves for me?
We can talk about 9-11
And everyone nods their heads
But when we mention our child who died
We are stared at instead
Grief is grief
And pain is real
And nothing will every change
What a bereaved parent feels
Sharon
©2002
We
thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence
We often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake
With which we'll never part.
God has you in His Keeping
We have you in our heart
~Author Unknown to me~
Our Heroes
The butterflies represent those babies lost
to miscarriage & neonatal accidents where the parents don't have pictures.