A Different Child by Pandora MacMillian

People notice
There's a special glow around you.
You grow
Surrounded by love,

Never doubting you are wanted;
Only look at the pride and joy
In your mother and father's eyes.

And if sometimes
Between the smiles
There's a trace of tears,
One day
You'll understand.

You'll understand
There was once another child
A different child
Who was in their hopes and dreams.

That child will never outgrow the baby clothes
That child will never keep them up at night
In fact, that child will never be any trouble at all.

Except sometimes, in a silent moment,
When mother and father miss so much
That different child.

May hope and love wrap you warmly
And may you learn the lesson forever
How infinitely precious
How infinitely fragile
Is this life on earth.

One day, as a young man or woman
You may see another mother's tears
Another father's silent grief
Then you, and you alone
Will understand
And offer the greatest comfort.

When all hope seems lost,
You will tell them
With great compassion,
"I know how you feel.
I'm only here
Because my parents tried again".

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there...I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of the gentle birds in circling flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at the my grave and cry
I am not there....I did not die.

Friends may think we have forgotten
When at times they see us smile.
Little do they know the heartaches
That our smiles hide all the while.

Beautiful memories are wonderful things.
That last till the longest day.
They never wear out.
They never get lost and can never be given away.

To some you may forgotten.
To others apart of the past.
But to those who loved and lost you...
Your memory will always last.

“Length of Days is not what makes age honourable, nor number of years the true measure of life.”

From our Votive candle:
Some people only dream of Angels, we held one in our arms.

The little Prince

I will not forget you, for I have carved you on the palm of my hand.

A butterfly lights beside us and for a brief moment it's 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.

A little punch, a kick, a roll
A heart beats steady, then not at all
Life is gone, before too long
The rain begins to fall.

Time goes by, days go past
Years are spinning very fast
Wondering, waiting, asking why
Alone, a silent lullaby

Never a day without a thought
Remembering what was real, and lost
Loved and missed, forever to be
An Angel watching over me.

Like a beautiful white feather
Floating down from the sky
You brushed against our hearts
And floated gently by

You are free little Angel
And as your Soul rests peacefully
The spirit of your Love
Lives on in Daddy and Me

Has a friend or relative recently lost a child and you don’t know how to help? These words may help.

It's the Thought that Counts

(Clay Harrison)

Often in times of trouble
we don't know what to say,
So we choose to say nothing,
and sometimes run away.
When friends are really hurting,
we don't know what to do,
So we offer weak excuses
or say we're hurting too.
It really doesn't matter
what kind of gift we bring;
We only need to be there
if we don't bring a thing.

It truly is amazing
what a hug can do,
When heartache numbs the senses,
and friends depend on you.
There's comfort just in knowing
that you are not alone,
When tears are overflowing,
and hearts are cold as stone.
It's the loving prayers of others
that balance our accounts,
For when we measure love,
it's still the thought that counts



Jock’s Poem

How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try to see a face
You barely got to see?

How do you mourn the death of one
Who never got to live,
When there’s nothing to feel good about
And nothing to forgive?

What does it mean to die
Before you can ever be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn?

Ah my wee Jock!
You lived like anyone
Life’s a burst of joy and pain,
But then, like yours it is done.

I love you, little Son,
You’re a person of the wind
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been.

I love you, little Son,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through our lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright.

Jock, Your Mother’s Love
Was overwhelming and true
Our family will now grow stronger
All in the memory of you.

We love you little Son
Just as if you’d lived for years.
No more, no less, we think of you,
The angel of our tears.

No longer warmed by the presence of you
grounding me, rounding me full of expectation,
abundant with dreams of how you would
make yourself known to the world,
my grief now protects me from the elements.

Friends offer silent prayers
for an end to this sadness,
secretly wishing they could erase
this chapter of our lives.

Forever changed, we are
more selfish, less trusting,
more vulnerable, less hopeful,
but more loving.

Our truth is that we are far better
for having known you.

You were here.

Forgotten? - Never

Remembering By Elizabeth Dent

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 heal by releasing
The tears that I try and 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.

In one of the stars
I shall be living
In one of them
I shall be laughing
and so it will be
as if all the stars
were laughing
When you look
at the sky at night

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
- Bob Munsch

You brightened our world by painting two lines
And we welcomed you into our hearts.
But life sometimes has its own designs
And unfairly we were made to part.

We dreamt of all the things we would do
And looked forward to the day you’d arrive.
We wondered what you would look like too,
But our dreams were not to survive.

Although the hurt recedes with time
Please know we will never forget you.
There is always a special place in our minds
Where you still shine like the morning dew


"I wrote you name in the sand, but the waves washed it away,

I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away,

So I wrote your name in my heart and that's where it'll stay.

PLEASE, don't ask me if I'm over it yet.
I'll never be over it.
PLEASE, don't tell me he's in a better place.
He isn't here with me.
PLEASE, dont say at least he isn't suffering.
I haven't come to terms with why he had to suffer at all.
PLEASE, don't tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE, dont ask me if I feel better.
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
PLEASE, don't tell me at least you had him for so many years.
What year would you choose for your child to die?
PLEASE, dont tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.
PLEASE, just say you are sorry.
PLEASE, just say you remember my child, if you do.
PLEASE, just let me talk about my child.
PLEASE, mention my childs name.
PLEASE, just let me cry.

A Man in Grief

It must be difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test
And field calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she's doing all right
And what she's going through,
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?".
He hears her crying in the night
and thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But stays strong for her sake.

It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And try to be brave~
He lost his baby too.

Sometimes there are no perfect words...

... only thoughtful silences that whisper softly of caring

I wrote you name in the sand, but the waves washed it away,

I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away,

So I wrote your name in my heart and that's where it'll stay.

The Little Ship

I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun
tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from
a voice at my side whispered, “He is gone”.

But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of
had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught
sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had
whispered, “He is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, “Here he

To the Child of My Heart

O precious, tiny sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you to
come and join our family
We never had the chance to play.
To laugh, to rock to wiggle
We long to hold you, touch you
now we listed to you giggle.
I'll always be your mother,
He'll always be your dad.
You will always be our child,
the child that we had.
But now you're gone . . .but
yet you're here.
You are our sorrow and our joy,
there's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep
and strong.
We'll forget you never.
The child we had, but never had,
and yet will have forever.