REMEMBERING OUR CHILDREN

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MEMORIAL DAY

....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Your child left this earth not long ago
On a day that's difficult to recall.
That day that ripped your heart out.
A pain not understood at all.

I know the deep wound it has left you.
You see, I have that open wound too.
Because....my child was taken from me
Just as your child was taken from you.

It doesn't matter how long it's been,
A year, a few years, or many more.
I share how it seems only yesterday
Your child was with you and safe as before.

The days gone by are lonely echoes
Of a much happier life and time.
I wish for you the comfort of memories
Held forever in your heart and mind.

Just know your child is reaching out
To announce that life is not through.
To tell you that the spirit never leaves
And is always watching over you.

So on this special memorial day
Let there be honor and memories and pride.
May you feel the spirit of everlasting love
On this day that your sweet child died.

© 2002 - Christine Ross

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TODAY I CRIED

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Today, I cried
Because you died.

Today, I smiled
For just awhile.

Today, I laughed
And then I gasped.

Today, I cried
Because I laughed.

© 2003 - Christine Ross

ONE LAST KISS

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Oh, there you are,
So still, so cold.
No more breathing,
No growing old.

As I touch you,
Nothing is real.
Your skin is cold,
Your body still.

My eyes see you.
My heart wonders,
Beneath this shell,
Do you slumber?

I listen close,
No sound from you.
I whisper soft,
My voice eludes.

Air engulfs you,
Frigid and stale.
I breathe in deep,
Capture your smell.

Upon your lips,
I press my own.
The taste of death,
It lingers strong.

Lips cold and sealed.
Your life dismissed.
Tears warm your face,
With ONE LAST KISS.

©2003 - Christine Ross

THE PLACE YOU WENT

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

When the morning sun gets in my eyes
I can almost see your hidden face.
When the evening winds blow fiercely
I feel the strength of your embrace.

When an autumn breeze becomes a whisper
I can almost hear you quietly speak.
When the snow falls from a winter sky
I feel your touch upon my cheek.

When the starlight casts a shadow
I can almost see your spirit drift.
When the rain in summer trickles down
I taste your kiss upon my lips.

When the flowers in the springtime bloom
I can almost smell your faded scent.
But... where the mountains touch the sky
My heart knows the place you went.

© 2008 - Christine Ross

A CHILD I DIDN'T KNOW

~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
In a worn and tattered graveyard
From a long, long time ago
I stumbled on a tiny grave
Of a child I didn't know.

The name was peeled and faded.
This baby's days were very few.
I felt such sorrow for this child
That I never even knew.

I sensed the pain the parents had
When they laid their child to rest.
They stood there in that very spot,
Wondering if they did their best.

Children shouldn't be forgotten
In this place that death bestowed,
So I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.

I walked a little further to
The grave of another child
Whose years were short upon this earth,
And I paused there for awhile.

I then fell reverent to my knees
While my tears began to flow.
As I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.

I wandered through the headstones
Of more children, young and old.
Whose lives were taken much too soon.
With their stories left untold.

An eerie chill swept through me
As timeless winds began to blow,
While I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.

I looked back as I was leaving
Through this gate of ageless grief.
Evening shadows lingered where
They once stood in disbelief.

Someone may think of my child
In a hundred years or so
When they place a rose upon the grave
Of a child they didn't know.

© 2008 - Christine Ross

THE PHOTOGRAPH

.....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001br>

He stood there in the chapel
As he clutched the photograph.
No words were spoken from his lips
All he could do was gasp.

He held the photo to his chest
As tears streamed down his face
Hoping for a miracle
In that "forever goodbye" place.

He glanced down at the photo.
Then a tear fell from his eye
And landed right upon the heart
Of his child that had to die.

No one understood the pain
This grieving father felt.
So they hugged him and his photograph
Not knowing how to help.

This photograph seemed magical
And helped him to understand
That for his child... this one last time
He had to be a man.

So he stood up proud and tall that day
And listened as they spoke
About the life of his child
He still needed in that photo.

He held on to that photograph
Through painful days and weeks.
But finally had to let it go
And let it rest in peace.

Just a stained and wrinkled photograph
Although much more than it seemed
It gave him strength to bear the pain
Never dreamed in his worst of dreams.

This cherished tearstained photograph
Is now a testament to us all
That tears can touch the silenced heart
Of a grieving father's child.

© 2008 - Christine Ross

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