Then                                                          Now

A giggle woke me up.                            A tear wakes me up.

People teased us about her name.        No one mentions it any more.

They said she was so attached to Mommy
that I would have to go with her on her
honeymoon.                                            She will never get married.

She loved to eat.                                    I still can't eat without crying.

She always wanted the top down on my
T-Bird, even if it was cold.                            I cant even open it now.

She picked all the flowers in the flowerbeds. My flowers are beautiful.

She had a question for everything.        Now she will never know   .                                                                     the  answers

She loved the stars at night.              They don't seem to shine  as   t                                                                      they use to


She loved to ride horses.               She will never get to ride again.

She always said "When I finish school...". She will never finish school.

I had dreams for her.                             Now I have memories. 

She loved being a mother.                      She will never get to see her
                                                                           daughter grow up.

"I'll lend to you for a little time,
A child of mine," He said,
"For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.

"It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three, 
But will you till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?

"He'll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have these precious memories 
As solace for your grief.

"I cannot promise he will stay 
Since all from earth return. 
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.

"I've looked this world over,
In my search for teachers true.
In the crowds that throng life's land,
I have selected you.

"Now will you give him all your love 
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again?"

It seems to me I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joys a child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.

"And should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."

                                      
                         (Author unknown)

You don't know how I feel, please don't tell me that you do.

There's just one way to know, have you lost a child too?

"You'll have another baby", must I hear this every day?

Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?

Don't say it was "God's will", for that is not the God I know.

Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?

"You have an angel now, in heaven, a precious child above."

But, tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?

"Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say?

No! A part of me has gone, and I will always feel this way.

Perhaps you think your silence will help to ease my pain?

But I want to talk about the child I'll never hold again.

Don't say these things to me, although I know you do mean well.

They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell.

I will get better sure, yet slow, and it helps to have you near,

But "I'm sorry that you lost a child" is all I have to hear.

Author Unknown