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Someone Is Missing

Let this be a loving reminder

That someone is missing today

Someone our hearts still hold on to

As we travel along life’s way

Someone who made life so special

For all those who gather here

Someone who won’t be forgotten

But cherished from year to year

And now as we pause to remember

Let us all fondly recall

Now dearly each of us loved you

And oh… how you loved us all!

Author Unknown

Dear Child in Heaven

You were a blessing to us all

you were a special child.

And we're so glad God sent you

to be with us awhile.

You filled our home with happiness

and made our life complete.

The time we had with you

was far too short, but so sweet.

Some things we don't find easy

to accept or understand.

Until we realize they're part of

our Creator's perfect plan.

Now it comforts us to know

you're with the angels up above.

While in our hearts we hold you close

Surrounded by our love.

Author Unknown

My Dad

What would I give, to clasp his hand

His happy face to see

To hear his voice, and see his smile

That meant so much to me.

The rolling stream, of life rolls on

But still the vacant chair

Recalls the love, the voice, the smile

Of the one, who once sat there.

Nothing can ever take away

The love, a heart holds dear

Fond memories linger every day

Remembrance keeps him near.

Author Unknown

Love Lives On

Those we love remain with us

for love itself lives on,

and cherished memories never fade

because a loved one’s gone.

Those we love can never be

more than a thought apart,

for as long as there is memory,

they’ll live on in the heart.

Author Unknown

Never Forgotten

You will never be forgotten

that simply cannot be.

As long as I am living

I will carry you with me.

Safely tucked within my heart

your light will always shine;

a glowing ember never stilled

throughout the end of time.

No matter what the future brings

or what may lie ahead,

I know that you will walk with me

along the path I tread

So rest my love and be at peace

and let your soul be free.

One day I'll join your glorious flight

for all eternity.

Author Unknown

Love In Every Tear

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

And listen 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

We’ll sense you everywhere.

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!

Author Unknown

These Are My Footprints

These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.

These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.

These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.

Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' dance.

I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.

I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy's heart,

'cause even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part."

Author Unknown

Our Watchful Mum

She always leaned to watch for us,

Anxious if we were late,

In winter by the window,

In summer by the gate.

And though we mocked her tenderly,

Who had such foolish care,

The long way home would seem more safe

Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,

She never could forget!

And so I think that where she is

She must be watching yet.

Waiting till we come home to her,

Anxious if we are late,

Watching from Heaven’s window,

Leaning on Heaven’s gate.

Margaret Widdemer  ©

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