Sweet Julia you are missed and Loved

This post is dedicated to Julia, the first stillborn baby I came to know after loosing Evan. My dear friend darlingmiette lost her daughter one year ago yesterday.

This poem was read by my mother at Evan’s funeral last January 19th, 4 days from now.
I think it applies to all loss Mama’s equally:

My mom is a Survivor

My Mom is a survivor,
Or so I’ve heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn’t know I’m with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away…
I watch over my Mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others…
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My Mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my Mom
Through heaven’s open door…
I try to tell her
Angels protect me evermore.
I know that doesn’t help her…
Or ease the burden that she bares.
So if you get a chance, talk to her…
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says…
No matter what she feels.
My Mom has a broken heart
That time won’t ever heal.

~Kay Des’Ormeaux~

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About mommamaynard

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein. When it feels like your world has been shattered, and you have reached rock bottom, you must make a choice: Stay where you are and fade away, or keep moving forward. Thankfully I chose to move forward and was blessed with the two most wonderful children after the death of my first in early labor. Things are looking up.

Posted on January 15, 2009, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. love it. more love to maria ❤

  2. what a beautiful poem. my thoughts are with you, your friend, and your beautiful babies, peace be with you all.

  3. Thank you, Jaime. It’s such a perfect, heartbreaking poem. Thank you for remembering Julia. I lit our Blessed Mother candle last night, next to Julia’s ashes and the figurine you gave me on Christmas. I looked at it all night.
    I can’t help but feel thankful for all of this, in a way. I’m so lucky to have met you and I doubt I would have, had our sweet babes not died within weeks of each other. I don’t know what I would have done without all the kind support and love and understanding we were able to share in those first few excruciating weeks, and this entire past year.
    Thank you, friend. ❤

  4. Wow. That poem was so sad and so very sweet.
    Condolences for your friend and her baby Julia.

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