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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

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  ©

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  ©

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  ©

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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