All those months

Your little heart beating so strongly
All those months is silent.
Your little arms and legs
Moving so vigorously are still.

Milk falling like tears from your mothers breasts
Will never nourish you.
Your eye's will never sparkle
Your little voice forever silent.

Your mother holds you in her arms,
Timidly kisses your soft, smooth cheek
Caresses your tiny fingers
And whispers your name with tears.

She dreams of holding you
Of watching you smile and grow
Her love is always with you
A love only a mother could know.

Margery Cordukes

Angel friends

A beatiful little Angel showed up at Heaven's gates.
Confused and unknowing the plan that for him awaits
Then another little angel walked up and took his hand
and said, "Please, don't be sad you left, you're in the Promised Land."
I'm glad to be her but I do not think I was to go,
Perhaps there was a mistake, 'cuz my mommy wanted me so."

The little greeting angel gave a sweet smile and said
"My mommy wanted me too, but to Heaven I was led.
You see we do not get to choose when on Earth it's time to go.
He gave us life, love and joy and a mother's womb to grow.
The Lord still needs new angels to guide them down on earth.
To watch over, comfort them, and help them see their worth."

"Is there still a way that I can sleep in my mommy's bed?"
The greeting angel ginned and said, "That luxury you'll keep.
I visit my mommy nightly and softly sing her to sleep."
The little angel replied, "Then, I think I'll like it here.
I'll visit my mommy nightly and weaken her pain and fears.
I love her and will keep her safe at night and in between,
And let her know with a sweet memory that she is still with me."

The greeting angel gave his new friend a big hug and said,
"Until our mommies meet us here, let's be best angel friends."
"Okay," said the new angel, "That sounds good to me."
Then the angels sat and played keeping their mommies in sight,
humming the tunes to the song they would sing to their mommies tonight.

Author unknown

Angel whispers

Dear Mommy,

Before we said our first hello,
the time had already passed.
For when you held me in your arms,
I had gone to heaven to rest.

I felt angelic tears down my cheeks,
and I watched you as you weeped.
I wish I could of changed it all,
Your tears touched my soul so deep.

But mommy when you are sad,
Please be assured I know.
For death cannot take away your love,
it will only continue to grow.

Time and distance cannot erase,
a love and a bond so deep.
There is no bond that can compare,
and in your heart I'll keep.

When you are feeling far away,
and missing me so much.
Close your eyes and feel my wings,
their soft and gentle touch.

Or at night as you sleep,
I will join you in a dream.
You will see me standing close to you,
and we'll be lost within my wings.

So my dear Mommy,
as you go from day to day.
Find comfort in the knowledge,
I am never that far away.

Lori

Brev från himlen

Se mig vinka,
blunda så ser du,
jag lovar att jag ska vinka extra mycket
så du inte kan missta dig.
Var inte rädd. Jag mår bra,
jag lever i ditt hjärta.
Jag ser och jag älskar,
visst känner du min kärlek?

Överallt där du är, finns jag.
Överallt du går, går jag.
När du sover, sover jag bredvid.
Jag är aldrig ensam, aldrig går jag själv.

Fast mina fotavtryck inte syns, finns jag.
Fast min röst inte hörs ut, skrattar jag.
Fast mina armar inte kramar så det känns,
så visst kramar jag.

Vi syns igen det vet både du och jag.
Gråt inte, dina tårar faller till marken.
Skratta istället, jag vill se dej glad.
Livet är så mycket oändligare än du tror, lilla mamma.

Okänd författare

Jag kom ner till jorden ett litet tag,
detta var en skriven lag.
Min tid på jorden blev inte lång,
jag skulle tillbaka till himlen, nästan på en gång.

Ett lån till dig jag bara var,
och jag kunde inte så länge stanna kvar.
För jag var en gammal själ,
och detta kände du mamma, så väl.

Älskade mamma när du känner en kärleksfull vind,
är det jag som smeker din tårfyllda kind.
När du känner saknad och sorg i ditt bröst,
är det jag som finns bredvid dig, och ger dig tröst.

När jag står vid din sida ibland,
känner jag vårt starka kärleksband.
Då längtar jag också efter dig,
precis så starkt som du längtar efter mig.

Men varje gång du stilla viskar mitt namn,
känn hur jag kärleksfullt tar dig i min famn.
Känn hur jag ger dig av all min styrka,
och vet att du är den mamman jag alltid ska dyrka.

Älskade mamma, jag ber dig, lev ditt liv fullt ut,
tills den dagen då ditt liv tar slut.
För då min älskade mamma och vän,
ska du och jag åter mötas igen.

Marie-anne Thörnström 2003
mamma till Marcus, 15 juli 1982 - 7 oktober 2002
Marcus minnessida: http://tillminneavmarcus.dinstudio.se

Det finns en kärlek
som intill döden
står oförändrad
i alla öden
Som likt Guds ängel
oss övervakar
och fordrar intet,
men allt försakar
På denna jorden finns
endast en
en Moders kärlek,
det är allén

Z. Topelius

Tiden är kort, det har jag visat,
lev i värme och ljus låt inget bli nedisat!
– Det är min gåva till er. Låt aldrig mer
mörker och smärta få övertag!
Gläds istället åt var dag!

Sis Foster

I hear each tear fall on her face

My Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
but I'm watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
at the very mention of my name.

She says it sounds like music to her ears
and can be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each tear fall on her face
when my name is said aloud.

I watch her stumble through each day
as she wishes the day would end.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
as she talks of me to her friends.

But there are few who truly understand.
Oh this I've heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face.
Will my Mom ever be the same?

I know that her smiles light up a sky.
But I don't see that smile today.
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face.
Her blue skies have turned to gray.

Oh I send to her my warmest hug
with the rays of the morning sun.
Then, I won't hear a tear fall on her face.
For I shall erase them one by one.

Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her.
But I'm watching her just the same.
And if I hear a tear fall on her face
I'll just softly whisper her name!

Kaye Des'Ormeaux 2001

Det är vackert här där jag är,
men jag oroar mig mycket över dig.
Jag sover med änglar
som vaktar mig.

Det är bara kärlek här uppe.
Jag är aldrig ensam eller rädd,
för Gud är ju så väldigt nära...
Jag går med Jesus varje dag.

Han är väldigt snäll och rar.
Oroa dig inte mamma,
Han håller min hand
när vi korsar gyllene gata.

Jag gråter aldrig eller gör mig illa.
Jag spelar och skrattar
och sjunger mycket
och jag hör dig när du ber.

Snälla mamma, var inte arg på Gud.
Du förstår, Han älskar också mig.
Och även fastän du inte är här med mig
så är jag ändå nära dig.

Okänd författare

Under sömnlösa nätter
kommer jag tassande på tå
Hon vet inte att jag är där
för att hjälpa henne att förstå

Lika ändlöst som strandens vågor
och hennes smärta,
Jag vakar över min starka mamma
som alltid bär mig i sitt hjärta

Hon bär ett leende,
ett leende hon tror döljer.
Men genom himlens dörr
ser jag tårarna som följer

Min mamma försöker att hantera döden
för att hålla mig kvar.
Men alla som känner henne vet
att det är den enda möjlighet hon har

När jag vakar över min starka mamma
genom himlens öppna dörr,
försöker jag förklara att änglar skyddar mig nu
så som hon gjorde förr

Men jag vet att det inte hjälper,
eller lättar bördorna hon bär
Vad hon än säger, hur hon än mår.
Min starka mamma har ett hjärta, för alltid fullt av sår.

Kay Des'Ormeaux, org: "My surviving mom"
Översättning: Helen S Wirén

Denna dag, på Din dag, sitter vi här, tillsammans
på en vit filt med röda hjärtan, i gröngräset.
Fikar, sjunger, busar och pratar om våra mammor.
De små i knäet på de stora.
Fast de sitter inte stilla långa stunder, de små busarna.
Äppleträden blommar, ängarna blommar i alla färger.
Bergen runtom oss och vattenfallen.
Små porlande bäckar.
Solen skiner och en mild, ljummen vind smeker våra kinder.
Slut ögonen så kan du se oss.
Jag mår bra och min plats hos dig kan ingen ta.
Det boet jag har i ditt hjärtan är min allra käraste plats.
Där bor jag för evigt .
MIN mamma är du alltid .
Och DU är den bästa mamman!
Glöm inte det.

Kramar och pussar
Din Ängel

MammaMia utan Hugo Bus, 2 maj 2001 - 24 januari 2004
Hugos minnessida: http://www.momartens.se

Dear Mr. Hallmark

I am writing to you from heaven,
and though it must appear
a rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.

I just popped in to visit
your stores to find a card,
a card of love for my mother,
as this day for her is hard.

There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine,
except I could not find a card,
from a child who lives in heaven.

She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside.
I had to leave, she understands,
but, oh the tears she's cried.

I thought that if I wrote you,
that you would come to know
that though I live in Heaven now,
I still love my mother so.

She talks with me and dreams with me,
we still share laughter too,
and memories our way of speaking now,
would you see what you could do?

My mother carries me in her heart,
her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honour me,
sometimes far into the night.

She plants flowers in my garden,
there my living memory dwells.
She writes to other grieving parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.

So you see Mr. Hallmark,
though I no longer live on Earth,
I must find a way to remind her
of her wondrous worth.

She needs to be honoured,
and remembered too,
Just as the children
of Earth will do.

Thank you, Mr. Hallmark,
I know you'll do your best.
I have done all I can do,
to you I'll leave the rest.

Find a way to tell her,
how much she means to me,
until I can do it for myself,
when she joins me in eternity.

Peaceful loving, blessed Mother's Day
to all the mothers.

Author unknown

My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
knows it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom...
through Heaven's open door.
I try to tell her that
angels protect me forever more.

But I know that doesn't help her
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal!

Kaye Des'Ormeaux, dedicated to Clarissa

The death of a child

Sorry, I didn't get to stay
to laugh and run and play
to be there by your side
I'm sorry I had to die.

God sent me down to be with you
to make your loving heart anew
to help you look up and see
both God and little me.

Mommy, I wish I could stay
just like I heard you pray
but all the angels did cry
when they told me to say goodbye.

God didn't take me 'cause he's mad.
He didn't take me to make you sad
but to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious... don't you see?

Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The street of gold is where I play.
You'll come here too, mommy, someday.

Until the day you join me here
I'll love you mommy dear.
Each breeze you feel and see
brings a kiss and love from me.

Author unknown

Älskade pappa,
mitt liv blev så kort.
Ta hand om varandra,
när jag flyger bort.

Jag vet att ni gråter
och det finns ingen tröst,
men lyssna till era hjärtan
och ni kommer höra min röst.

jag finns inte bland er,
men jag finns ändå
Jag hör era böner
och älskar er så!

Okänd författare

What makes a mother

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard him say.

A Mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God can you be a Mother
When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb
But there's no need to stay

I just don't understand this, God
I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say

"We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mom
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly
My mommy set me free.

I miss my Mommy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow's where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear.
Mommy don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I'm here."

So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are ok
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay.

They'll wait for you with Me
Until your lesson is through.
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Through some on earth may not realize you are a Mother,
Until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day
And you know you're the best one!

Jennifer Wasik
In memory of Zachery Wasik, 29 jan. 1998 - 29 jan. 1998