Understanding Babys Parents

Please Don’t Ever Tell Me

I’m going to tell you something
I hope you’ll never have to know.
I’ll tell you how a heart can break
And tears can constant flow.

I lost my baby girl you see,
An angel in my eyes
God chose to take her hand one day
And led her to the skies.

But please do not forget my child
She was a person too
And forever she will live
Inside of me and you.

So, please don’t ever tell me
That time will heal my pain
Because not even time
Can bring her back again.

Just tell me she is happy
In that land way up above
She’s snuggled in an angels wings
All wrapped in Mommy’s love.

Author Unknown

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Mention My Child

Go ahead and mention my child,
the one who 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 he didn’t exist ..
I’d rather you mention my child
knowing that he 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 ©

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If Only I Could

If only, my child, I could send,
A basket filled with love,
And pretty blue forget-me-not’s
To your new home above.

If only I could send a hug
Past every twinkling star,
And a suitcase filled with kisses
Up to heaven where you are.

If only I could rock you
As I did not long ago,
And sing you one more lullaby
Before you had to go.

If only’s fill my every thoughts
As my heart is aching for you.
With faith, I’ll wait until the time
“If only’s” all come true.

Ron Tranmer ©

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To A Baby Who Wasn't Born

A life inside me, a love so strong.
She died inside me, but the love lives on.
It broke my heart for her to go.
I love her, I need her like she’ll never know.
I never held her, or heard her cry,
And I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
I never dressed her in tiny clothes,
Or saw her smile as I tickled her toes.
I cry for her in the night.
It hurts so much, and no one can make it right.

Amy Douglas ©

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Talking Is Releasing

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who 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

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