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What is the point of dying,
When you cause more pain that way.
You're not the only one that wants to go today.
Today might not be good,
but tomorrow is another day.
So what is the point of dying anyway?
Copyright © 2002 by Rearden Travis. All rights reserved.
| DEATH: | Mother, let me have your child. I will hold her—oh, so gently—so you can rest awhile. |
| MOTHER: | No! You can't have her. Her fever's high. Her poor heart's pounding. She needs me. I'm her mother. I best keep on holding on. |
| DEATH: | But you need rest, and so does she. I'll croon sweet lullabies while angels chorus for eternity. |
| MOTHER: | I am tired, and she's in such pain. But I must hold on. You can't have her. I love her. I won't let her go. |
| DEATH: | I know you love her. But I'll soothe away her pain. I'll cool her fever forever so she'll never suffer again. Please, mother, let me hold your child. |
| MOTHER: | She is my baby-child—she's in such pain—and I love her so. I have to submit—I have to let her go. Here, you can have my child. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. You'll know—in time—what I ask is right. And, I promise, you'll hear the songs of love I sing for her, you'll hear them every night. |
| MOTHER: | Yes, I know each midnight as she suckles, each time she's at my breast, I'll hear those songs of love till I join her at her rest. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. |
About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Reprinted with permission.
Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.
We stand here today
Because we notice
Acknowledge a void
In time and space
In thought and reason
We feel it
Emptiness in our lives
He is gone
And even now so long after
The tears flow too readily
They do not stop
They do not pause
They see no reason to
There is no reason to
The pain remains, ever as strong
We stand here today
Because we acknowledge
The loss of your presence
And we acknowledge
There is nothing we can do
But pay homage and rejoice in
Our only true joy
We knew you
You graced our world
You taught us
Copyright © 2001 by Olufisayo Gali. All rights reserved.
Did you love me when we were just friends,
Did you love me at each day’s end,
Did you love me when we had nothing to say,
Did you love me when we were on our knees to pray,
Did you love me when we lay down to sleep,
Did you love me for secrets you told me to keep,
Did you love me each night you cried,
Did you love me when I begged you, please try,
Did you love me through all the anger and pain,
Did you love me when I made you smile again,
Did you love me when you were sad,
Did you love for all the good times we had,
Did you love me with no regret,
Did you love me for memories we’ll never forget,
Did you love me when you heard God calling you home,
Did you love me when you left me here all alone?
Copyright © 2002 by Tonya Seay. All rights reserved.
Don’t think I do not feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.
Just because I do not cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep inside the misery
of words not to be spoken.
Sometimes I smile, or crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone insane.
Each time I chance to think of her,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I feel is mine alone.
you will not see my thunder.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 2001 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
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