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Loss Of Our Kids
Our Poetry

MY World

When you were born,my whole world changed
for it revolved around you.
Now that you have left this world
I feel so sad and blue.

I remember the day so well,
the day of your birth.
The Doctor said you were "special needs"
and were of no worth.

But oh! How wrong they were,
the lives you did touch!
The whole world loves you,No one can really understand
the HUGE void in our heart
When all our life we cared for you
from the very start.

Fran Osborne
March 1999

Fran Osborne
March 1999

The Long Road


The road is long, the valleys deep
In this journey we did not seek
It stretches long, no sight near
While we miss our ones so dear

Sadly, no map is found
For this lonely stretch of ground
Passing scenery is barren too
While our hearts cry "I Miss You"!

I'm tired. I can't continue to go!
I'm out of gas. I'm so slow.
Please tell me, are the crossroads near?

Our little boy, he went away
I'll never know why he couldn't stay.
He left us here so all alone,
no one cares, no one will even phone.
Our hearts are wounded ever so deep,
we cry and cry, we sit and weep.
We have a traveler with us inside,
a memory with us that will abide
Our little boy he went away
I'll never know why he couldn't stay.

A thought, a memory, a familiar place
send tears streaming down our face.
A road were on so rocky and tough
I never knew life would be this rough
. People look at us and are quick to say
you should be over this its another day.
They forget the burden we have to bear
and why is it they don't seem to care.
You see our little boy he went away
I'll never know why he couldn't stay.

Our little world was turned upside down
we feel like we were slammed into the ground.
Advice is given by others this day
by others who have never been this way
Things will never be the same again
for there is a new life you must begin.
Adopt a child or even have another son
go out, get up and have some fun.
But our little boy he went away
I'll never know why he couldn't stay.
It all started one January day,
he didn't wake up, he didn't play.
He was taken from us ever so fast
now we wonder how long grief will last.
John Paul he was always around,
now in sorrow our lives have been bound
It has left a journey so filled with fear
Why oh why couldn't he still be here.
Our little boy he went away
why oh why couldn't he stay..
We miss you John Paul...

Harry C. Sutphin
March 1999

The Child of My Heart

The child of my heart lives on
In the memories, the brief flashes
That pass through my mind
When I least expect them,
Flooding my senses with her scent.
The softness of her skin,
Her tears when she hurt,
Her laughter when she was joyous.
Gone are the tangible things
I loved about her, the brown eyes
Smiling at me when I tickled her,
Bittersweet kisses,
On bright, early mornings
When I greeted her with a hug,
The long, flowing hair,
Her glory, my pride and joy.
Oh my soul, my heart
Aches from the inside out
How could she leave me so soon?
How could she go without a goodbye?
How could she leave and not
Take me with her?

-Denise Boyd 1998

When I Must Leave You

When I must leave you
for a little while,
Please do not grieve
and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow
to you through the years,
But start out bravely
with a gallant smile;
And for my sake
and in my name
Live on and do
all things the same,
Feed not your loneliness
on empty days,
But fill each waking hour
in useful ways,
Reach out your hand
in comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
and hold you near;
And never, never
be afraid to die,
For I am waiting
for you in the sky!

Poem by Helen Steiner Rice


Bless this precious one,
that you have taken there;
Place on her Angel wings,
and halo in her hair.
On earth she was so giving,
so trusting in her ways.
So honest in her believings;
so happy in her days.
We'll never know why this happened
nor will we ever understand;
But we know she'll walk down heavens road,
Holding your almighty hand.
Her family and friends will miss her,
memories will be of laughter and love,
She was a God send here on earth.
Now she's an Angel up above.

Poem by
Jessie Plemel-Sperry


Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.

Elizabeth Dent

God's Garden Must Be Beautiful

God looked around the garden
And found an empty space.
He looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
For he only takes the best.
He knew that you were weary
And he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Be well on earth again.
He saw the roads were getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered peace be thine.