Perhaps they are not the stars,
but rather openings in Heaven
where the love of our lost ones
pours through and shines down
upon us to let us know they are happy.

Eskimo Legend

Forever Christmas Night… Forever Christmas Night…

All I really want for Christmas is something I cannot have.

A wish from deep within my soul
A longing only those who’ve been there know
For a little face staring at the tree
Dancing with excitement on daddy’s knee
Eyes full of wonder, shining so bright

And a head full of dreams on Christmas night.
There’s something missing as I gaze at the tree
For the thing I want most can never be.

Christmas night is a magical time
It’s mysteries held in a nursery rhyme
Where anything’s possible and dreams do come true
That’s where my heart is waiting for you.

I do believe I’ll see you again
I’ll have to settle for wishes ‘til then
But so long as that day is well within sight
It will be forever Christmas Night.

Bereaved Birthdays


Birthdays are a time for celebration
Not a time for tears.
But what happens when the birthdays
No longer mark the years?

A birthday marks the moment
A spirit enters earthly life
To share it's special love and joy
And learn from earthly strife.

Before a spirit comes to us,
It knows when and how it must depart.
It chooses its path carefully,
We are honored from the start.

The sadness we now feel on such a joyous day,
Is longing for our loved one's touch
It's natural to feel this way.
For even though the birthdays
No longer mark a spirit's stay,
Love continues on forever
To touch us everyday.

I hug my precious memories
Close to my heart
And honor my beloved spirit child
Who chose me from the start.

 
Perhaps they are not the stars,
but rather openings in Heaven
where the love of our lost ones
pours through and shines down
upon us to let us know they are happy.

Eskimo Legend

 Christmas
By James A. Kisnerer

Standing by my baby's grave, here on Christmas Eve,
While other families are rejoicing, I can only grieve.

Tomorrow, it will be 8 years, since he's gone away,
My 3 day old son passed away on Christmas Day.

So while the world rejoices for a Christ Child that was born,
Happiness eludes me for it is my time to mourn.

I think of other mothers with their babies at their breast,
But empty are my arms tonight my baby's laid to rest.

I know there must be other mothers, who have felt this pain,
And wonder how they kept from going totally insane.

I thought about the Virgin's child so many years gone by,
The first time that She held Him, She knew He was born to die.

She was a special lady so the Christmas story reads,
But She had angels sent from God that helped to soothe her needs.

I stand alone beside his grave in the Christmas snow,
This pain I suffer by myself no one will ever know.

The hour's growing late now soon it will be Christmas Day,
I turn to go and quietly I hear a soft voice say.

"You're not alone the Angels know your pain and why you grieve,
But be content he's safely in our arms this Christmas Eve."

Adapted by Jessie Donahue

Christmas From The Heart
by Judy Burnette
I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today
it made me feel complete;
You may have died...but you are not gone
you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines...
the wind blows...
the rain falls...
You will live on inside of me forever
for that is all my heart knows.