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Parent Poem In Memory of Heath Bogin They Tell Me By Esther Bogin, Heath’s Mom Songs-Pictures-Thoughts-Memorabilia-Reminders-Reminders. They tell me “time heals everything.” Movies – the tears – TV shows – the sobs – the quiet, alone moments. They tell me …
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, …
OUR LOVING SON KENNETH LACKS They say there is a reason, They say that time will heal, But neither time nor reason, Will change the way we feel, For no one knows the heartache, That lies behind our smile. …
To honor you, I get up everyday and take a breath. And start another day without you in it. To honor you, I laugh and love with those who knew your smile And the way your eyes twinkled with mischief …
The worst nightmare is here, Just what every parent dares to fear. My son, my only child, no longer lives. My son, my only child, no longer gives Me his love, his hugs, his gentle words, His advice and wisdom …
© Alex more by Alex , Published on July 2011 The beam shines down, The rays so bright, The stars come forward, At the dead of night. I feel you close, You’re always here, The glow of the sun, You’re …
Someone I love has gone away and life is not the same, the greatest gift that you can give is just to speak their name. I need to hear the stories and the tales of days gone past, I need …
COPE Parent Sandi Bloomberg wrote this poem for her daughter in law. He’s just gone for a little while Some day in the future You’ll again see his smile He’s just gone for a pause in time And some day in …
COPE Parent Phyllis Weiner received this poem as a Jewish prayer for the High Holidays. “I believe it’s universal for anyone who has lost a loved one.” It is hard to sing of oneness when our world is not …
Crazy Upside Down Life In memory of my beloved son, Jay Jimenez – E. J. Barbera Sun’s out at night, moths fly from flame What went left now goes right Nothing will ever be the same. Two …