Mommy, God said that I will never want for anything
and I will still feel your love all the way up here.

Mommy, you should see me,
I am running and playing with God’s other children.

Mommy, guess who helps watch over us while we play?
They are God’s Helping Angels!

Mommy, I’m not afraid, my grandpa and grandma are here.
They came to me when it was dark and held my hands;
then we went to God’s bright light,
where Angels were singing.

Mommy, God said, If you feel sad, to remember this;
I’ll be the gentle breeze that brushes your face,
the sun is my smile and the rain is me washing away your pain.

Mommy, I have to go now.
I send you all my love on the wings of an Angel.

Love from your son, to you Mommy.
( by Sandra L. Garman)

Richard, it has been thirty-eight poignant years to the day
That is why “sixty-five roses” on your grave we placed today
Then on our knees we got and silently prayed,
No,not for you our sweetie
For we know you’re safe in heaven
But for daddy and I,
Whose hearts have never mended.
We want to thank you Richard and need to apologize,
We stood by your grave today and told you our reaons why.
“Sixty-five roses” lay beautifully upon your grave
To signify the illness that took your life away
We always knew this is the place
Where in your youth you’d lay
And all we asked and wanted is for it to be maintained.
Many people loved you and many heard our plea,
For each time we come to visit
We find things placed anonymously.
“Sixty-five roses”
We placed there today
“Sixty-five roses” is what took you away.

We didn’t know much about this killer disease at first but we do now.
While doing research for our son Richard, who had cystic fibrosis.
My husband and I read, over 30,000 children a year die from it.
The children are so young that they are unable to pronounce cystic fibrosis.
So they call there disease “sixty-five roses”
This moved us,
Enough to both support and contribute to finding a cure
And to tell you about the disease; our little boy heard as,
“Sixty-five roses” – cystic fibrosis.
Easy to say as “sixty-five roses”,
Difficult to cure as cystic fibrosis.
( by John Faucett)

“He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, but should his stay be brief,
“You’ll have his lovely 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 the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
“And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes I have selected you.
“Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
“Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say: “Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
“For all the joy Thy 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 happiness we’ve known forever grateful stay.

“But should the angels call for him much sooner than we’d planned,
“We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”
(by Edgar Guest)

Are you there? I cannot hear your quiet voice,
But bird song fills the air
From high treetops to grassy marsh.
I wonder – is it you, Dear? Are you there?

The roses in your garden bloom large,
And varied in hue from crimson deep, to barely pink.
I cup the velvet bud, its fragrance soothes a troubled mind.
This must be you, my little girl. Are you there?

Are you the fiery autumn maples,
Or the star-like flakes of snow?
Are you the sparkle in the water of the lake that we both loved,
Or, perhaps, the warmth I feel in the sand beneath my toes?

Though your quiet voice I cannot hear,
Nor can I see again your sparkling eyes,
Or feel your dainty hand laid gently on my own,
You are here.

For memory’s book will never close –
Each lovely sound, or sight, or scent,
Another page from special times that we have shared.
Oh, yes! You are here child – everywhere!
( by Diane Robertson)

Sometimes… I hear you call my name,
Or clearly see your face before me.
And I feel that you are with me still.
Then peacefully… I come to know

As I am thinking happy thoughts of you
You, my son, are thinking of me too.
Loving memories fill my aching heart.
As dreaming dreams of what could be.

Or might have been, if you were here.
Until the piercing pain of losing you
Comes tumbling down on trembling fear.
And clearly once again I hear you say,

“But Mom…What if I had never been.
You could not then in LOVE remember me.”
(by Beenie Legato)

God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.

Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.

God didn’t take me cause He’s mad.
He didn’t send me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious .. don’t you see?

Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you’ll come here too, mommy, someday.

Until the day you join me here,
I’ll love you mommy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me.
( by Sandy Eakle)

(by Thomas Edward Brown)