The Perfect Poem


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My blogger friend, Kelley, sent me this poem. I've been waiting for a good time to share it, so since I don't have much to write about, here it is. Upon reading the first stanza, I was bursting with tears. It is so touching.... I have to remind myself daily that although Ayden isn't here, in this world/life, with us, I know he is where we all aspire to be. He hasn't said goodbye forever....he's said, "I'll see you soon."


Don't cry Mommy

Mommy, Please don't cry.

Because the day I left your loving arms

I didn't say good-bye.



I'm still here with you

And Daddy too..I just wanted you to know

Although my soul has left this earth,

There's a part of me that could not go.



It's the love we built

Between us Mom, The memories that we shared,

These wonderful things God let me leave behind

Because of how much you cared.



Only God knows how much I miss you Mommy

And the time I spent on Earth.

The way you loved to hold me close,

Ever since my Birth.



And he knows how much you miss me Mom

God promises we'll be together again.

For all eternity, and that's a long time.

I will see you then.



So don't cry Mommy,

Mommy please don't cry.

Because the day I left your loving arms

I didn't say...

Good-bye.

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  1. Dear Friend,
    I read this story a few months ago and I really enjoyed it. I thought about your little guys garden. I thought I would share it with you.

    Some of us mothers are missing one of God's elect who honored us with that honor of Motherhood. For us mothers whose mission Started in Heaven before our earthy mission began. I share this story.

    In Memory of our children...
    The White Rose
    All of the earth's Mothers were gathered at God's garden of flowers;


    Those beautiful budding spirits


    Who could someday come to earth


    Were nurtured and tended in the Holy garden.





    A Loving Father spoke to the Mothers of earth.


    "See the works of my hands,


    Someday you will be the mother's of these radiant spirits."


    The Garden of God glowed with a mixture of all of the colors.


    "Choose ye", He said.


    Now in the East corner of the garden


    Pure white roses stood as sentinels.


    They were not so colorful as the rest,


    But glowed with a kind of purity


    Which set them apart.





    One by One the Mothers stepped forward;


    "I want the blue eyes one, the curly haired one,


    Who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion."


    Yet another chose a brown eyed brown haired boy,


    Full of life and love


    That would someday be a prince in a grand country.





    The Garden buzzed with excitement as the others with their own special spirits


    Those they would soon welcome into the warmth


    And love of an earthy home.





    Once again, Heavenly Father spoke;


    "But who will take the White Roses,


    The ones in the east corner of my garden?


    These will return to me in purity and goodness.


    They will not stay long in your home


    For I must bring them back to my garden


    For they belong to me


    But they will gain bodies as planned


    You will miss them


    And Long for them


    But I will personally care for them"





    "NO!,NOT I" many of the earthly Mothers said in unison.


    "I couldn’t bear to give one back so soon"


    "Nor I" said other mothers.


    We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity


    and live long lives.





    The Heavenly Father looked out across the multitude of Mothers


    With longing in his eyes for someone to step forward





    SILENCE!





    Then Heavenly Father said;


    "See the most pure white and perfect of all the white ones?


    I chose him.


    He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind.


    He will be scorned, mocked and crucified.


    He is my OWN,


    Will not anyone choose like unto Him?"





    A few mothers stepped forward


    Yes Lord I will


    Then another as well


    And then some in unison said YES we will





    Soon all the pure white roses were taken


    And they rejoiced in the choice in their mothers.


    Heavenly Father spoke again


    "Oh blessed are you who chose the white roses.


    Your pain will be a Heavy Cross to bear


    But your joy will be exceeding


    Beyond anything you can understand at this time."





    The white one embraced their mothers


    And so full was their purity and love


    That it filled their souls with such excitement.


    Each mother knew they could endure the tasks.


    The GREATEST of all the white roses gathered them


    As a hen gathers her chicks


    And the out pouring of love surrounded each mother and child,


    Consuming all the white ones and their mothers


    As he prepared them for their task.





    Each mother who bore the weight of the white rose


    Felt the overwhelming Love of God


    As they all shouted


    "Thy Will be Done"

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  2. Hello! You recently left a comment on my blog (my 2 month old son died of SIDS 3 weeks ago) and I wanted to reciprocate the love. Because love is what we truly need. I am so sorry for your loss. The loss and pain we feel because we loved so much. And we still continue to love. Because families can be forever.

    God's ways are higher than our ways as Isaiah so eloquently put. Christ will carry us. Our sons are right by our side. I know this. I talk to him daily and hear his sweet voice. I understand God's plan and purpose for me and my son.

    I hope you can find comfort and peace.

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  3. On another blog I read, her sweet baby Sage is with the Lord & baby Ayden. She posted a really sweet thought about sweet babies in Heaven. If you care to read, here is the link:

    http://sagelawrenceeldredge.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-rose.html

    Sabrina

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  4. I love the poem!!!! I pray for you everyday. You have amazing strength to just get out of bed everyday!!! Keep taking it minute by minute!!

    Hugs from Georgia
    Lindsay Phillips
    mkaylindsay@yahoo.com

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  5. Quite touching...thank for sharing! I'm not sure if this poem fits you, but as a mom of 13 (11 little angels) it fits me perfectly. I borrowed it from another family's site.

    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 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 ~

    Continuing to pray for you. Hugs!

    Stacey from CA

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  6. I came across your blog via The Bain Family---which was via Home Sanctuary. After searching around your blog, I felt overcome with compassion and prayer for you and your sweet family. I would never even presume to know what you all have gone through---all I can offer is a prayer for strength, endurance, comfort, and somehow that the peace that is beyond our finite comprehension will surround you every moment of your day. God bless you...

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  7. I came across your blog via The Bain Family---which was via Home Sanctuary. After searching around your blog, I felt overcome with compassion and prayer for you and your sweet family. I would never even presume to know what you all have gone through---all I can offer is a prayer for strength, endurance, comfort, and somehow that the peace that is beyond our finite comprehension will surround you every moment of your day. God bless you...

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  8. Another great book you might be interested in is Safe In the Arms of God by John MacArthur--I know it has greatly helped a couple friends of mine who lost babies a few years ago.

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