Poems for Child Loss

“There is no foot so small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world”



Heaven’s Rocking Chair


Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?


Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?


My heart is aching for you,
my angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life,
the short time you were here.


I know you’re in a happy place,
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.


by Ron Tranmer ©




Teddy Bear


It’s my very favorite place.
I feel closer to you there.
We rock the hours away.
Me and your Teddy Bear.


The rocking chair is squeaking,
as rocking chairs will do.
I pretend the one I’m holding
isn’t Teddy Bear, but you.


I miss your little chubby cheeks.
They were so fun to kiss.
Cuddling you, and hearing you goo
are among the things I miss.


Precious memories of you linger.
My child I miss you so.
I hope one day my heart will heal.
It’s hard to let you go.


When in time God calls me home
to be with you up there;
With joy I’ll hold you in my arms
instead of Teddy Bear.


By Ron Tranmer ©



The way I feel


They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason,
Will change the way I feel,


No-one knows the heartache,
That lies behind my smile,
No-one knows how many times,
I have broken down and cried,


I want to tell you something,
So there won’t be any doubt,
You’re so wonderful to think of,
But so hard to be without.


~Author Unknown



The Cord


We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.


It’s not like the cord
That connects us ’til birth
This cord can’t been seen
By any on Earth.


This cord does it’s work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.


I know that it’s there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.


The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can’t be destroyed
It can’t be denied.


It’s stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.


And though you are gone,
Though you’re not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.


It pulls at my heart
I am bruised…I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.


I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can’t take it away!


written by Amy Merrick when her 14 month old daughter passed away from a brain aneurysm in 1992 




I’ll Lend you a Child


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


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


She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief.
You’ll have her lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.


I cannot promise she 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 search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes
I have selected you.


Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take her home again?


I fancied that I heard them say,
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done!’
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.


We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
We’ll love her while we may,
And for happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.


But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we planned.
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.


by Edgar Guest



God saw you


God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, “come to me”.
You didn’t deserve what you went through, so he gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,  so peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back to suffer that again.





Little Wing


Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
and fly again.


Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far to beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem’ry bittersweet
Until we meet.


Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won’t forget


Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light


Written by: Jean-Jacques Goldman and Phil Galdston
Sung by: Celine Dion



Eskimo Proverb


“Perhaps they are not 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’re happy.”



Please Don’t Ever Tell Me


I’m going to tell you something
I hope you’ll never have to know.
I’ll tell you how a heart can break
And tears can constant flow.


I lost my baby girl you see,
An angel in my eyes
God chose to take her hand one day
And led her to the skies.


But please do not forget my child
She was a person too
And forever she will live
Inside of me and you.


So, please don’t ever tell me
That time will heal my pain
Because not even time
Can bring her back again.


Just tell me she is happy
In that land way up above
She’s snuggled in an angels wings
All wrapped in Mommy’s love.


Author Unknown



If Only


If only, my child, I could send,
A basket filled with love,
And pretty blue forget-me-not’s
To your new home above.


If only I could send a hug
Past every twinkling star,
And a suitcase filled with kisses
Up to heaven where you are.


If only I could rock you
As I did not long ago,
And sing you one more lullaby
Before you had to go.


If only’s fill my every thoughts
As my heart is aching for you.
With faith, I’ll wait until the time
“If only’s” all come true.


By Ron Tranmer ©



Garden of Stone


He wiped away the snow
and laid down a single rose.
Thinking of what might have been,
and pain only the bereaved knows.


Another tear falls in a garden of stone…..


He could have been president,
a ballplayer or won a Nobel prize.
But it’ll never come to be,
and we’ll never look into his eyes.


They said it was routine,
Don’t worry, we do it every day.
But something went oh so wrong,
now they don’t know what to say.


Another tear falls in a garden of stone…..


We watched the tubes and wires,
and they said that he was gone.
A life snuffed out too early,
never to see another dawn.


Another tear falls
in the garden of stone.
Another day passes
and they’re all alone.


The world gets older
but he’s still two.
And we dream of things,
he’ll never do.


He’ll never ride a two wheeler,
Or take a bus to school.
All we have are our memories,
we’ve lost our precious jewel.


Never play in little league
never steal a first kiss,
We think of all those things
he’s going to miss.


Never go to college,
never walk down the aisle,
Never know the joys of parenthood.
we miss him all the while.


Another tear falls in the garden of stone.


Michael Kaner


Do you Remember me?


I can’t believe after all this time, I can’t get over you,
I guess a love like ours is one of a kind, a love that is true.
It’s been nine years sense you left me to go to God & heavens immensity,
Do you still remember me?


It’s like a bad dream that plays over & over in my head,
Of things I wish I’d done or words I would of said.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you,
Even after all this time, what am I going to do?


Maybe this is the way mommys are suppose to feel,
Perhaps our wounds are never intended to heal.
If I could ask but one question why,
How is it God could need you more than I?





Her Name Sings my Soul


The mention of my child’s name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.


If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.


author unknown



There’s Nothing


There’s nothing in this world
that brings such happiness,
as that of a dear sweet child,
to hold, love, and caress.


As one comes into our family
there is no greater joy.
It matters not the gender,
baby girl or baby boy.


There’s nothing in this world
that brings such heartfelt sorrow,
as to have them in your life one day
and find them gone tomorrow.


At the loss of a little child
we must have faith, love, and trust
in God, our Heavenly Father,
who gave the child to us.


Love for the gift He gave us.
Trust in His wisdom divine,
and faith we’ll hold our child again
in a better place, at a better time.


by Ron Tranmer ©



Sweet Angel Alexis


Sweet Angel Alexis
Sweet Angel Alexis
So innocent and gay,
until a disease called meningitis
took your life away.


I will never see you laugh,
I will never see you smile,
until we meet in Heaven,
we’ll see your face at last.


My sweet Angel Alexis
in your white christening gown,
you are resting in peace
wearing a beautiful golden crown.


What a unique little halo
you have above your head,
the fluttering feathered wings
pressed softly upon your back.


My sweet Angel Alexis
is what we call you now,
So precious to us you are
even though you’re not around.


How we wish we could see you
behind that Pearly gate,
walking along side Jesus
no longer our hearts ache.


My sweet Angel Alexis
I look for you in the sky,
listening for you to sing to me
and tell me you’re nearby.


God protects his children
and keeps them safe and warm,
waiting for Mommy and Daddy
when they are old and worn.


We know we’ll see you soon someday,
until then I pray.
My sweet Angel Alexis
in our hearts you will stay.


-We love and miss you our sweet Angel Alexis
Love Mommy and Daddy


Stepanie Kull





Do not tell me I am strong
You only see my days
Filled with details and work


You have never shared my nights
Long evenings empty
Except for memories and tears


My despair is sacrificed
to responsibility
You would be strong too
If you had no other choice


Kim Knapp



Sixteen Candles


Your 16th birthday came and went,
There were no candles on your cake.
Just a flood of memories,
Funny, Heartfelt, Wonder, Excitement,
Anger, Teasing, Fear, Anxiety, Joy, Worry, Laughter…..
Your 16th birthday came and went.
There were no candles on your cake.


Sharon Philbin


Just for Today – For Bereaved Parents


Just for today I will try to live through the next 24 hours
and not expect to get over my child’s death,
but instead learn to live with it, just one day at a time.


Just for today I will remember my child’s life, not just her death,
and bask in the comfort of all those treasured days
and moments we shared.


Just for today I will forgive all the family and friends
who didn’t help or comfort me the way I needed them to.
They truly did not know how.


Just for today I will smile no matter how much I hurt on the inside,
for maybe if I smile a little,
my heart will soften and I will begin to heal.


Just for today I will reach out to comfort a relative or friend of my child,
for they are hurting too,
and perhaps we can help each other.


Just for today I will free myself from my self-inflicted burden of guilt,
for deep in my heart I know if there was anything in this world
I could of done to save my child from death,
I would of done it.


Just for today I will honor my child’s memory
by doing something with another child
because I know that would make my own child proud.


Just for today I will offer my hand in friendship
to another bereaved parent
for I do know how they feel.


Just for today when my heart feels like breaking,
I will stop and remember that grief is the price we pay for loving
and the only reason I hurt is because
I had the privilege of loving so much


Just for today I will not compare myself with others.
I am fortunate to be who I am
and have had my child for as long as I did.


Just for today I will allow myself to be happy,
for I know that I am not deserting her by living on.


Just for today I will accept that I did not die when my child did,
my life did go on,
and I am the only one who can make that life worthwhile once more.


Vicki Tushingham


Talking is Releasing


Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who died you know.
Don’t worry about hurting me further,
The depth of my pain doesn’t show.


Don’t worry about making me cry.
I’m already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.


I’m hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn’t exist.
I’d rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.


You asked me how I was doing.
I say “pretty good” or “fine.”
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.


Elizabeth Dent


Sweet Child


God made a sweet child
a child who never grew old
He made a smile of sunshine
He molded a heart of pure gold.


He made that child as close to an angel
as anyone ever could be
God made a Sweet Child
and He gave that dear child to me


Then God saw His wonderful creation
growing very tired and weak
so He wrapped the child in His loving arms
and said, “You my child I keep”


But now my Sweet Child is an angel
Free from hurt and pain
I’ll love you forever, until we meet again


So many times I have missed you
So many times I have cried
If all my love could have saved you
Sweet Child you never would have died.


author unknown


I Miss you too


Mommy please don’t be sad,
I miss you so much too.
It’s beautiful here,
but I worry a lot about you.


I sleep with angels watching me…
there is only love up here.
I am never lonely or afraid
because God is so very near.


I walk with Jesus every day,
He is very kind and loving.
Don’t worry Mom, He holds my hand
when we cross a golden street.


I never cry or hurt myself,
I see Grandpa every day.
I play and laugh and sing a lot
and I hear you when you pray.


Please Mommy, don’t be mad at God,
you see He loves me too.
And even though you are not with me,
I am really still with you.


Author Unknown


The Saddest Word, Goodbye


When God calls our children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.


For no heartache compares with,
the death of one small child.
Who does so much to make our world,
seem so wonderful and mild.


Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.


God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few.
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.


Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be Good-bye.


So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children.
Angels Are Hard To Find!!


Author unknown



Move On?


to “move on”
is to put something behind you
forget about it
… and never look back


to “go on”
is to forever
carry it forward with you
and never forget


a bereaved parent
will never move on

we simply go on…


Tammy Brown in loving memory of Larry Brown found on Grieving Mothers page on Facebook



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  1. Lesley says:

    Angel Mom

    Orphans, widows and widowers.
    A child taken away by death,
    Has no name for a Mom.


    Angel Mom is what she is,
    A love for her child that
    Knows no bounds.
    A strength from an unknown source.
    A pain so physical yet
    She lives on.


    Caring for and loving her
    Child in this world,
    Never knowing that
    Her child was an Angel,
    Here only for a while.


    Walking in two worlds.
    Her child’s and hers.


    Heartache felt of the loss,
    Compassion for other Angel Mom’s
    Is what she has.


    Angel Mom’s meet and share,
    Experiences and feelings of all
    They bear,
    Laughing and crying together,
    Giving comfort and peace,
    Of all those who feel
    What is so real.


    She flays as if drowning,
    But surfaces again,
    And knows she must go on,
    Till they meet again.


    Her child left home,
    Never to return.
    The loving arms are empty,
    And longingly they burn.


    Angel Mom’s gather
    In love and in friendship.
    Developing bonds to last
    A lifetime.


    Looking forward to each
    Time they are together,
    Remembering their child
    And giving tribute to them,
    For the life that they shared.


    Reliving the tragedy
    Of their greatest loss.
    Pleading for their child
    To be whole again.
    Waiting patiently for their
    Return to the arms
    Of the Mom that loves
    Them forever.


    Not seeing, hearing or touching
    Is an anger that seems
    To rear its ugly head,
    And tears her heart into
    Tiny shreds.


    Eagerly waiting for the time that
    She will go to her child’s
    Place of rest.
    To be with the child
    Who so suddenly left.


    Forever be an Angel Mom,
    Full of love, wisdom,
    Strength and caring.
    Loving all her children,
    As much as she always has.
    Never forgetting the one
    That has gone,
    And will never be back.


    Taking comfort,
    From knowing one day
    They’ll meet again,
    In the place that her
    Child has gone.


    Written by Lesley Couzens, after her son Leedon passed away on August 17 2008. 


  2. Lesley says:

    My Little Leedon

    The day you were born,
    left us with a future full
    of hope and happiness for
    our second child.


    Then you grew with your golden hair,
    and your eyes turned brown.
    You began to walk, run and play
    with a happy smile.


    You were always laughing,
    happy and full of mischief.
    And sometimes when you were
    naughty and you were scolded,
    you would smile,
    and our hearts would melt.


    Your middle years were happy ones,
    full of fun times with family
    and friends a plenty.


    The girls would chase you,
    and you would laugh or smile.
    Not a care in the world
    for which girl was there for a while.


    Fishing was your passion,
    and each fish was a trophy.
    With every catch you showed
    your excitement with glee.


    You have a special smile,
    that can be mirrored by no other.
    Your vibrant laughter was
    as contagious as a virus.


    You had your heartbreak
    and trials,
    which you overcame
    with a smile.


    You loved to ride your
    for miles along far
    distant roads.
    And when you returned home,
    we would always thank
    the Lord.


    Your singing always
    warmed a thousand hearts,
    And brought your Mom to tears.


    You were a happy and
    contented child,
    And grew into a happy
    and wonderful young man.


    Then tragically you went
    and left us all alone.
    But one day we will see
    you again,
    in your eternal home.
    by Lesley Couzens

  3. Lesley says:

    My Dearest Child

    My dearest child,
    the day you went away my heart
    was ripped from my chest,
    a part of me went with you
    and the world came crashing
    down around me.


    My dearest child,
    although time goes on without you,
    I think of you everyday
    and miss you so much it hurts.


    My dearest child,
    I have a knot in my chest that is painful,
    as if a knife has pierced my heart,
    and I know that the pain of losing you
    will be with me for all of my life.


    My dearest child,
    You are so precious, kind and gentle.
    It is so hard to accept that
    you had to go away.


    My dearest child,
    I cry for you every day
    and long to look upon your face,
    hear your voice, touch your cheek
    and hold you in my arms one more time
    like when you were a little boy
    and make everything right.


    My dearest child,
    I wish that it was a dream,
    and you were coming home,
    But you will never come,
    and a dream it will never be.


    My dearest child,
    I feel you with me sometimes
    and that makes me happy for a while.
    The sadness in my heart is so hard to bear
    and crying is my only release.


    My dearest child,
    people tell me to remember that I have other
    children, this I know I am not an idiot.
    Everyone should know that your brothers
    cannot fill the void left by you,
    that space is yours,
    and yours alone.


    My dearest child,
    only the people that have lost their child
    can know what I am feeling
    and the pain that I bear.
    Those others must remember that my life changed,
    and I changed the day that you went away.
    I will never be the same again,
    and I hope that people will accept this.


    My dearest child,
    this is my time to grieve for the
    loss of my precious child.
    This is my time to cry
    and be sad for a while.
    And one day I will be able
    to think of you with a smile
    and hopefully fewer tears.
    And when I’m old and grey
    and my time on earth is done,
    I will come home to you
    in the place that you have gone.


    My dearest child,
    remember that my love for you will never die,
    and I will miss you for the rest of my life.
    And I believe that you are an Angel looking
    over us from up above beyond the
    distant stars.


    by Lesley Couzens in loving memory of Leedon


  4. Lesley says:

    Broad Shoulders

    Strong and tall, with shoulders so broad,
    bearing all that doesn’t come lightly.
    Daddy lost his child today
    and is sad and weary from the pain.


    Being strong for all those around him,
    giving a shoulder for them on to cry.
    Smiling through a pain so strong,
    finding it difficult and oh so long.


    Wanting to weep, but showing a strength
    that is constantly deep and ever solid.
    Never knowing that a stray tear has escaped,
    from the loving eyes full of pain.


    Trusting that his family will be out of harm’s way,
    not able to save the life of his child.
    He drowns in the heartache of memories past,
    frowning with frustration of a life not saved.


    Experiencing a pain that is so awfully deep,
    it won’t go away and he cannot sleep.
    Waiting, waiting, waiting,
    but not to return to his fold,
    innocently left by his darling child.


    Comforting the mother of his loved one true,
    through the heartache, the pain and the searching.
    She’s yearning as much as he too,
    shrouded by pain as deep as the ocean,
    like waves crashing and pounding without an end.


    Weeping in the arms of each other,
    clutching tightly and grappling for fear of losing
    all that is left of memories and goodness
    found in the eyes of the child that was stolen by death.


    Solace the feeling that lasts only a while,
    Daddy is grateful for the time that he had.
    Cannot accept his precious and kind child is gone,
    praying and wishing for his return to his
    Father that will love and miss him until the end of time.


    Reeling from the darkness when times get bad,
    Looking to the future living on a thread.
    Feeling so helpless that he can’t give the love of his life
    the child that she lost to the universe of heaven.


    Quietly grieving for the loss that he feels,
    showing naught to others, while repressing the need
    to shout and scream by pretending it’s not real.
    Frustration at the wild anger he keeps in check,
    wanting it to stop to allow peace in his shattered heart.


    Like a knife in his chest, so sharp like steel.
    Hoping that it is a nightmare to terrible to be real.
    Anger, hurt, pain, frustration, longing, sadness
    Those are his feelings and thoughts everyday.


    Wanting to touch his child who’s so far away,
    Never knowing when this will come to pass.
    His arms are empty and light, wishing that he could
    take flight to gather his child from deaths door.


    Accepting forever the pain and heartache,
    He will take to his grave.
    Patiently waiting to meet again,
    The child of his loins and rid himself of the pain.


    Loving his family till the end of his days.
    Not wanting to leave them, but part of him did the
    day he said goodbye and scattered the ashes
    of the loved one unique in his own special way.


    Forever the Daddy to the others he’ll be,
    Not knowing when his time will be free,
    To once again talk and reminisce with his
    Child of the spirit life that he has lost.


    Written by Lesley Couzens, in loving memory of her son Leedon

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