Please feel free to add a poem(s) for Charlie or for us.
LIES
My Mom, she tells alot of lies
she never did before.
From now until she dies,
she'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is
and because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is,
She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how she is,
she seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see
nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For Gods sake Mom, just tell the truth
just say your heart is broken.
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is
she'll lie and say she's fine.
I am here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
we'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom
with all the lies you told!"
- Author unknown
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Forever in our Hearts
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A million times we needed you,
A million times we cried,
If love alone would have saved you,
You would of never died.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still,
In our hearts you hold a place,
No one can ever fill.
A light from our household is gone,
A voice from our love is stilled,
A place in our vacant home,
Which never can be filled.
Some may think you are forgotten,
Though on earth you are no more,
But in our memory you are with us,
As you always were before.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone,
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
Your precious memories are for keepsakes,
with which we never part,
God has you safely in his keeping,
But we have you forever in our hearts
-Author Unkown
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Think like a baby… by Alex Martez
Often when a baby’s born
The questions soon begin to swarm
How heavy, how long,
To whose family does that nose belong?
Those eyes, that hair, their special way,
Make sure to check that DNA
So harmless do these questions seem,
Forgive us if we’re being mean
For we know not what strength it takes
To live and fight another day
So small and weak do they appear
Yet deep inside they have no fear
They haven’t got the slightest clue;
They don’t give up like me and you
Instead they breathe another breath;
They eat and cry. You know the rest
So next time when you think life’s tough,
and feel like you have had enough
Just put that adult brain away
and try to think like a baby
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A Mother's Daily Nightmare
I woke up this morning,
And you where not there.
I can't kiss your cheek,
Or brush back your hair.
The day's of joy are over,
The pain and sorrow start.
Because when you went to heaven,
You also took my heart.
I have to live my nightmare,
Each morning when I wake.
I have to feel this pain,
With every breath I take.
With gut wrenching sorrow,
And mind numbing pain.
I daily live this nightmare,
Over and Over again.
~Author Unknown
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~The Broken Chain~
We little knew that morning,
that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide;
And though we can not see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
-Author Unknown
A Place Where Children Are
What kind of place would heaven be
with all it's streets of gold,
if all the souls, that dwell up
there like yours and mine, were old.
How strange would heaven's music
sound when harps begin to ring,
if children were not gathered
'round to help the angels sing.
The children that God sends to us
are only just a loan,
He knows we need their sunshine
to make the house a home.
We need the inspiration of a baby's blessed smile.
He doesn't say they've come to stay,
just lends them for a while.
Sometimes it takes them years to do the work
for which they come.
Sometimes in just a month or two
our Father calls them home.
I like to think some souls up there
bear not one sinful scar.
I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
~Auther Unknown
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
and for a brief moment
its glory and beauty belong to our world;
but then it flies on again and
although we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to have seen it at all.
