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Little Children

December 23, 2010

In a baby castle, just beyond your eye,
Your baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who are you to wish him back into this world of strife,
No, play on your baby, they'll have eternal life.
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes your eyes,
You'll hear their tiny footsteps come running to your side
Their little hands caress you so tenderly and sweet,
You'll breathe a prayer and close your eyes and embrace them in your sleep.
Now you have a treasure that you rate above all others
You have known true glory,
You are still their mother.

Caroline Ramshaw

June 23, 2010

"Remember Me"
(song by Deanna Edwards)
Remember me whenever you see a sunrise,
Remember me whenever you see a star,
Remember me whenever you see a rainbow
Or woods in autumn colors from afar.

Remember me whenever you see the roses
Or seagulls sailing high in a sky of blue.
Remember me whenever you see waves
Shining in the sun.
And remember, I'll be remembering you!

Remember me whenever you see a teardrop,
Or meadows still wet with the morning dew.
Remember me whenever you feel love
Growing in your heart.
And remember, I'll be remembering you!

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Little Children

June 8, 2010

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them
and so He takes but few.
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".

So when a little child departs
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children
and Angels are hard to find.

Little Children

December 15, 2009

Life is Hard Without you
•:*:• ♥ •:*:••:*:• ♥ •:*:••:*:• ♥

Missing you more with each new day

and trying to be brave...

Thinking of our happy times

and all the love you gave...

Feeling very grateful

for the dreams we saw come true,

For every lovely thing we shared

and, most of all, for you...

Treasuring each memory

that keeps you ever near...

Remembering familiar things

and wishing you were here.

Life's very hard without you

but that is the price to pay

For all the shared and precious times

grief cannot take away.

xxxxxxxxx

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When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;


I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me
I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand.

Thank you for all your support through 2008.
Thinking of you
Love Laura

Laura Mummy To Evie Hodgson

December 31, 2008

SWEETHEART

HAY HONEY,
WELL MOMMY GOT HER RESULTS BACK, AND I HAVE THE BRACA GENE, WHICH MEANS I HAVE A 80% CHANCE OF GETTING BREAST AND OVERIAN CANCER, IF YOU WERE HERE, YOU WOULD HAVE TO GET TESTED ALSO. IT COMES FROM GRANDMA'S SIDE. PLEAS KEEP WATCH OVER ALL OF US. GRANDMA GOT HER RESULTS BACK THE OTHER WEEK AND SHE IS CLEAN FROM CANCER, SO KEEP WATCHING OVER HER, SHE HAS HAD ALONG ROAD. OK SWEETIE.
LOVE AND MISS YU WITH ALL MY HEART.
MOMMY
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Theresa Mommy To Kristin (Mom)

November 5, 2008

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Theresa Mommy To Kristin (Mom)

September 27, 2007

God makes little children
He makes them every day
And though He loves them dearly
He gives them all away.

He gives each to an angel
And says take baby down
To such and such a mother
In such and such a town.

Or such and such a cottage
In such and such a place.
He gives the angel with it
A big soul full of grace.

God does so love those children
It's all that He can do
To let the Angel take them
But he loves the mother's too.

And so he says I'll lend you
This little one of mine
The angel folds it's love
About the special gift divine.

The angel watches over
The child both day and night
So glad to see that lovely soul
All shining in God's light

God makes so many children
And every now and then
He seems to want one specially
We don't know why or when

He whispers to its Angel
Bring the child back to me
The angel sees a lovely sight
That someday we may see

It sees the souls of mothers
And fathers in God's light
Offering him tiny children
Whose souls are shining bright

God does so love those children
Whos souls are never dim
And how he loves those parents
Who give them back to him.
~ Author unknown