HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET CHILD ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Candles may be brightly burning
click on each month to see our children's birthday cakes
Upon a special birthday cake.
Friends and family may be singing
To what appears an empty space.
You see, that space is only empty
To your normal human sight.
For your child is always near you
With a spirit that is bright.
To touch may not be possible
Although your child exists.
Not in a way you understand
But with a presence that persists.
So celebrate this special day,
The day your child was born.
Shout "Happy Birthday My Sweet Child!!!"
Even though you deeply mourn.
© 2002 - Christine, Luke's Mom
A BIRTHDAY UP IN HEAVEN
....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
A birthday up in heaven....
HE NEVER DID COME HOME ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Did you see my little boy,
A CANDLE FLICKERS ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
A candle flickers through the night
Imagine all the joy it brings
To blow out all your candles
And not wish for anything.
To hear the angels sing to you
A happy birthday song.
To know that everything is right
And nothing ever will be wrong.
To eat as much cake as you want
And not count the calories.
To open up your present...
A big box of memories.
To reach out from above the clouds
Retrieving a balloon.
To see it came from those you love
Knowing they will join you soon.
To realize on your birthday
You won't be counting years.
To smile and laugh and giggle
Never shedding any tears.
To travel down to earth again
As they celebrate your day.
To help them all to understand
You really didn't go away.
To finally have the one you've missed
Come running when you call.
A birthday up in heaven
.....Is waiting for us all.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
I have waited all day long,
To celebrate his birthday,
But he never did come home.
I guess he's not so little,
He is really twenty-one,
We had a cake and party,
But he never did come home.
I know that he is old enough,
To be out on his own,
We lit a candle for him,
But he never did come home.
I'm waiting for my baby,
My little boy, my grown-up son.
All those birthdays up in heaven,
But he never did come home.
© 2004 - Christine Ross
With a gentle peaceful glow,
As shadows dance upon the wall
And memories begin to flow.
Yesterday was full of sunshine
That somehow slipped away.
And all of the tomorrows
Illuminate another day.
But today there is a candle
That will flicker through the night
And shine upon a broken heart
With a peaceful angle light.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
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