River of Sorrow
by Todd Nigro

Drinking from the waters of sorrow
sustains a different kind of life.
This river is hidden
from the rest of the world.
Tears drip from my chin and fall into
an endless flow of liquid love.
This river sparkles with beauty.

Tis a Fearful Thing
by Yehuda HaLevi (1075 – 1141)

‘Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be –
to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.

The Thing Is
by Ellen Bass

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.

Someone is Missing…
by Jennifer Malloch

Every day since I lost my little girl Kimberly
I wake up with the knowledge…someone is missing

I go through my day and in the back of my mind
I hear a whisper…someone is missing

I sit down to dinner with my husband and son,
and in the back of my mind
I hear a whisper…someone is missing

I wake up and think…
there should be a birthday to celebrate today
and I hear clearly…Someone Is Missing

I wake up and think…
this is the day my whole world changed
and I hear clearly…Someone Is Missing

I wake up and the holiday season is here
and I hear loudly…SOMEONE Is Missing.

I try to get into the holiday spirit
and I hear a whisper…someone is missing

I gather with family to celebrate the holiday season
and I look around the room and inside my head
I hear screaming…SOMEONE IS MISSING!!

Please understand I enjoy spending time with family
but this voice that I hear squeezes my heart…
I love each and every one of you
but please understand…Someone Is Missing!

Kimberly, mommy misses you to the moon and back

In Loving Memory of my beautiful daughter Kimberly Darlene Clark

Finally Home
by Jamie Zahradnik-Williams

A beautiful mind that first thought of me
A womb that kept me safe
A smile that exploded
The first time she saw my face

Loving arms that cradled me
Gentle hands that brushed my hair
A contagious, vibrant laugh
That still lingers in the air

Two lips that kissed my banged up knees
And wiped away my tears
A tongue that prayed continuously
Through all my childhood years

Approving eyes that watched me dance
That never missed a show
Ears that listened to all my hurts
Advice that helped me grow

A faith that helped me spread my wings
Her spirit made me strong
Encouragement that made me brave
That helped me write my song

The greatest mom, my truest friend
I wish I could see your smile
Still, today my heart leaps with joy
Because I had you for a while

Fifty-six years, spent and gone
A life that briefly touched my own
A smile on her Savior’s face
A soul that’s finally home

by Beulah B. Malkin

I built a tiny garden
In a corner of my heart
I kept it just for lovely things
And bade all else depart
And ever was there music
And flowers blossomed fair;
And never was it perfect
Until you entered there

Twenty Third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters. He
restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for
Thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me. Thou preparest a table before
me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou
anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth
over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life: and I shall dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.

one third
by Kerry Worley

you lost one third of your life today. it slipped away from you like a feather in the wind, no second opinion, no chemo, no pumps or shunts, no internet search, no new medications, no prayer groups, no guru. just gone. giggling, warm, and alive at breakfast, and a different, terrible world by dinner.

you lost one third of all you bore, all you nursed, all you played with, cried for, laughed with, all you worried about. one third of all you took to the doctor, took to lessons, took to practice, cheered for, corrected, praised, educated, and loved. loved with all of your heart. one third of all you made plans for, all you had hopes for, all you would die for. one third of all you protected with all of the fierceness you could ever muster. gone at the whim of something unimaginable. one third of you is gone.

but Ellie was more than a third. more than just one of three children. she was, as all children are, everything. your baby, your only little girl. sweet, good natured little Ellie. she was six. that’s one half woman and one half baby. diligent enough to practice the cello with the determination of someone much older, yet still finding her in your bed some mornings. she was a big presence in your life, much more than just a number, unquantifiable in your life, your home, your heart.

one third of you is gone, but not just one third. it wasn’t split evenly. it is the good parts. mostly your soul, but a good bit of your heart, too. even your mind and your strength don’t feel quite right. the good parts went with her, and the useless ones, arms, legs, face — all of which you would trade in a minute to have her back, are still here.

but one third is a fraction. it’s a part, and there is…another part. two thirds of your joy, your life, your vibrance are still here with you. and they are broken too. they are waiting on your strength so that they can get theirs. they will wait as long as you need for them to, but when you are ready, you will teach, and love, and cheer, and drive (with wheels and with will) — and you will, one day, find that there is a little spark of joy somewhere. it will grow, and you will start to get your soul back. it is winter now, but spring is coming. and you haven’t really lost yourself at all, it is just in mourning, and waiting to grow again. and although you’ll always miss her, always love her, never forget one little detail of her, you will be whole again.

I Am Learning How To Live
by Jamey Wysocki

I am learning how to live
In a new way
Since that day
You were taken away.

I am learning how to live
With the things left unsaid
Knowing I got to say them
With every tear that I shed.

I am learning how to live
By embracing the pain
Knowing that you live on
Through the memories that remain.

I am learning how to live
Knowing I will never again see your face
And I have peace knowing
You’re in a better place.

I am learning how to live
Knowing you’re in God’s care
It gives me the strength to move on
And makes the pain much easier to bear.

The Sailing Ship
by Luther F. Beecher (1813–1903)

What is dying?
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades from the horizon,
And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her,
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout,
“There she comes” – and that is dying.

Your Undying Love
by Miranda James

You will forever be with us and
show us your undying love
Unforgotten angel from above

Angel with graceful wings
has taught us as a family
many things

She is known well as mother, grandma, great grandma, friend
please know this isn’t goodbye or see you soon
she will forever be in your hearts and so much more
for you will see her beautiful face again, for our loving god
tells us you will soon be hand and hand, this is not the end.

by G W (Bill) Marshall

Oh,little man your stay was short
You never knew this world of distress,
But you brought loving comfort,
To where God chose to bless.

In our quiet times together alone,
I shall always cherish until that day
When death shall find me and atone,
And we both are home to stay.

I shall await and always look forward,
For looking back brings only tears
And you are now safe with the Lord,
Awaiting when I finish my years.

G W Marshall / 12 September, 2013

Smile for the Ages
by Todd Nigro (Ellie’s Dad)

Ellie, each day with you was special, it’s hard to express,
I loved your voice, smile, laugh, and your sweet tenderness.
Your joyful, playful spirit was such a contagious one,
A minute in your presence was bursting with fun.
I always enjoyed our adventures playing on the beach,
It’s heart breaking to realize you’re not within my reach.
You were so amazing and beautiful in so many ways,
Sincere, giving, and loving through all of your days.
I wish I could hug you right now, why did you have to go?
These days are hard without you, but this you should know,
When the day comes to join you in that heavenly place,
A beautiful smile for the ages will be on my face!


Safely Home
by Author Unknown

I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright.
There is a perfect joy and beauty
in this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,
every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
safely home in heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh, but Jesus’ love illuminated
Every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me
in the way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on
could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
for I love you dearly still.
Try to look beyond death’s shadows;
Pray to trust our Father’s will.

There is work still waiting for you,
so you must not idly stand.
Do it now, while life remaineth;
you shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting;
Oh, the joy to see you come!

I Wish, I Wonder, I Know
by Heather Grein

I wish I could hold you
In my arms once more,
That just for a moment,
God would reopen the door,

I wish I could see
Your innocent smile,
Just one more time,
For just a little while,

I wish I could feel
Your tiny heartbeat again,
But for now I can only sit
And wonder just when …

When will I get to see
My little angel in gold,
And fill the place in my heart
That you will forever hold?

When will I gaze once more
Into that precious young face,
And kiss your sweet dimple,
That made my heart race?

I wish you were here with me
Through all the rest of my days –
Helping me through the rain and shine
Of this life’s often heartbreaking maze.

My heart’s a shattered bottle
Cast afloat in the ocean waves,
And I sometimes feel as if my soul is lost
In some deep, dark and lonely cave.

You brought joy to my life
And happiness to my heart;
If only I had known God’s plan –
What was to unfold, right from the start …

Maybe then I would have held
You just a little longer
And maybe prayed for God above
To make me just a little stronger.

I wish I could show you, my son,
How deep my love for you flows –
What I wouldn’t give for a little more time
God in heaven, himself, only knows.

I’ll never forget all the joy
Your sweet little soul brought,
Or with the touch of your hand,
All the love that you taught.

I so wish, my sweet child,
I could hold you once more,
And that my heart still felt happy,
Not so shredded and torn.

I wish this pain that I feel
Wasn’t as bad as it seems
And that I could just wake up
To find this was just a bad dream –

But it’s real, you are gone,
And I cry these tears from my soul,
Knowing deep down inside
I’ll never again feel completely whole.

But somehow, in all of this
Heartache, pain and sorrow,
I know, with God’s help,
It will be a brighter day tomorrow.

I know you will forever be with me,
A permanent piece of my heart,
Forever and ever, my son,
We will never truly be apart.

And when you look down with smiles
From God’s heaven above,
I hope that you know in your heart,
You were truly and deeply loved.

© 2011 – Heather Grein

If Only
by Heather Grein

If only… The question that we face in our time of sorrow,
So much life now gone, with no time to borrow

If only… The hollow words replay throughout our every thought
No child should pass and leave us in this hell where we’re now caught

If only… The wretched emptiness could just be filled
And we could once again begin the life we started to build

If only… We could move on from the brutal pain
For caught in this darkness, we are no longer sane

If only… Two little words… with such deep meaning now
Our children have passed and left us questioning how

If only… Such pain and sorrow did not exist
And we did not have to deal with the tears we now resist

If only… There was a way to go back and change the past
For now we bear this burden of the child-loss mask

If only… The world knew what we deal with every day
Or there were words enough to make it all ok

If only… We knew how to move on with a simple real smile
Without the fear that tragedy will strike again at any given mile

If only… The words that echo in our hearts now, every single day
As we pull ourselves together and we try to find our way

If only… We didn’t have to carry this heavy feeling of loneliness and sudden tears,
And had the strength to live each day without the constant worry and the fears…

If only…

by Washington Gladded

In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about,
By the sullen winds that blow,
From the desolate shores of doubt,
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale,
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.

What Waits Above (4 Ellie)
by G W (Bill) Marshall

Are there angels hidden among us,
Who,in our midst do holy missions ;
Whereby they create never a fuss,
Delivering to the Lord our petitions.

Such eyes betray a heavenly soul;
Flood gates of such innocent love,
That capture hearts as devine toll,
For a glimpse of what waits above.

Sweet honey surely filled her veins
While a golden rose was her heart,
And with the angels she now reigns,
Protected there since being apart.

G W (Bill) Marshall / February 07, 2013

Ellie’s Eyes
by G W (Bill) Marshall / January 21, 2013

I see Heaven’s wonder in her face,
And the love of God in her eyes,
That only visited this lowly place,
And then return above the skies.

Such understanding in a child,
And compassion only angels share,
Is best kept where it’s not defiled,
While angels watch her waiting there.

There is a promise of His reward,
For those who turn away from sin,
But a sinless child has His accord,
For salvation has e’er been within.

The beauty of Heaven’s nightly skies,
Where His endless worlds may rise,
Is like the depths of her curious eyes,
Where beyond her soul never dies.

Gone Forevermore
by G W (Bill) Marshall

You think I am gone forevermore,
How wonderfully wrong you are,
For I am the same as before
And have not gone that far.

My world now consists of love,
There is no greed or sorrow,
So when you join me above,
You leave every sad tomorrow.

You count the years I’m gone,
But my time there was wasted
If you don’t try to move on;
I’m not something sour tasted.

I promise you this is so true
And every word the Bible gives,
So find some loving things to do,
And know that this soul still lives.

G W (Bill) Marshall /January 08, 2013

Seeds Of Peace
by G W (Bill) Marshall

May seeds of peace find a home in your heart,
May forgiveness help mend each broken part,
For you are worthy when the last sunset falls
To cross that bridge when the trumpet calls.

So be not of sorrow for those gone ahead,
They are more happy than we who are dead,
For most of us fail to learn how to live,
The secret is to open your heart and just give,

For this is the way our Savior had taught,
But through Satan’s lies, His words we forgot,
So as time grows shorter we must reawaken,
To remind the world of His love forsaken.

G W (Bill) Marshall

Ellie’s Love
by G W (Bill) Marshall

A very precious and unique little girl,
Has got her wings and angel’s smile,
For when the scroll did first unfurl,
Was found her name that meant beguile.

This princess that angels found with joy,
With such innocence they all blushed
And curiosity death could not destroy,
But on arrival, the angels’ choir hushed.

Only love was found in this tiny vessel,
That grieving hearts held so very dear,
And in an angel’s arms she would nestle,
While Jesus turned aside to shed a tear.

G W (Bill) Marshall /January 19, 2013

I’m Free
by Shannon Lee Moseley

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free.
I’m following the path God has chosen for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I’ve found now peace at the end of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Oh yes, these things, I too will l miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
look for the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.

Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don’t lengthen your time with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and peace to thee,
God wanted me now – He set me free.

Second Sowing
by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

For whom
The milk ungiven in the breast
When the child is gone?
For whom the love locked up in the heart
That is left alone?
That golden yield
Split sod once, overflowed an August field,
Threshed out in pain upon September’s floor,
Now hoarded high in barns, a sterile store.
Break down the bolted door;
Rip open, spread and pour
The grain upon the barren ground
Wherever crack in clod is found.
There is no harvest for the heart alone;
The seed of love must be

Always Missing You!
by Todd Nigro

Although you left us a few months ago,
There are a few things I want you to know.
I miss you so much and I wish you were here,
We’ll see you in heaven, there’s no need to fear.
Your life went by too fast, way too fast for me,
It was a life to remember, the best it could be.
Each day we spent together, I was more impressed,
It became clear to me that my life was so blessed.
Before I go to bed each night, I’ll blow you a kiss,
Your hugs and sweet “I love you’s” I really miss.
Thanks for being our angel, I wish you didn’t go,
I love you now and forever, more than you know!

Divine Treasure
by G W (Bill) Marshall

Angelic eyes so honest and true,
Were sent with trust to you,
For in your heart’s the love He knew,
Would nourish these eyes so blue.

Deep within is the first bright clue
Of this angelic face the Master drew,
That she was sent to point you to
The gates you must go through.

It seems chaotic so don’t construe,
Why life can suddenly turn askew,
For she is a lamp you can not subdue;
A divine treasure you must pursue.

G W(Bill) Marshall / March 03, 2013

A Loving Heart
by G W (Bill) Marshall

When we are all together again,
Oh, what joy we will embrace,
For we’ll see what becomes plain,
That the Earth was a training place.

It is the purpose that we each find,
That love and faith are real gold;
To help the poor who’re left behind
By stretching out a hand to hold.

So many think doing good deeds,
To serve the Lord is a pass inside,
But being blind and never heeds,
It’s the loving heart He will abide.

You can not hide from His eyes,
What is in your heart, nor disguise,
So seek first love and never lies,
For a loving heart never dies.

G W (Bill) Marshall/ February 15, 2013

God’s Lent Child
by Author Unknown

I’ll lend you for a little while, a child of mine, God said
For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or forty-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 always have his memories as a solace in your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked this whole world over in my search for teachers true
And from the folk that crowd Life’s lane I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love and not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take this lent child back again?

I fancy that I heard them say “Dear God, thy will be done.
For all the joys this child will bring the risk of grief we’ll run.
We will shelter him with tenderness, we’ll love him while we may
And for all the happiness we’ve ever known, we’ll ever grateful stay.
But should the angels call him much sooner than we’d planned
We will brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”

Little Treasure
by G W (Bill) Marshall

This little treasure so precious and young,
Loved by everyone that beheld her eyes,
Was taken back home as angels sung,
So she left a reminder in the nightly skies.

Oh, little princess how the angels did smile,
While they took you home in Jesus’ arms,
We miss your presence and all the while,
Know you are safe from all worldly harms.

What a bright star you were shinning here,
You shine too brightly to ever be alone,
And your innocence would melt the coldest sneer,
That’s why we know Jesus keeps you by His throne.

The time will seem long until we meet again,
But our Saviour’s promise shall each sustain,
And from Satan’s grief we will surely refrain,
For in that promise is freedom from pain.

G W (Bill) Marshall / January 12, 2013

This Living Rose
by G W (Bill) Marshall

Long ago there grew a flower
That had a fragrance to cherish,
Such that greed could not devour
And in death refused to perish.

This fragrance grew and then spread wide,
It’s scent was sought by so many,
For it was found that it had not died,
But was a treasure worth not a penny.

Kings and angels had bowed to greet,
The aroma of this tender seed,
For they knew none could defeat,
This living Rose that fills all need.

G W (Bill) Marshall / December 10, 2012

Author Unknown

That’s what we ask.
The truth is, we may never be able to know for sure why.
But we do know that there is no single “should have done” or “could have done”
or “did” or “didn’t do” that would have changed that why.
All that love could do was done.

If I Could
by G W (Bill) Marshall

If I could but see, again your face,
Oh how much my heart would race,
And nothing could ever efface,
The mem’ry of our last embrace.

If I could climb to Heaven’s gate
And just look in to watch awhile,
Then I know I could joyfully wait,
If I could see your happy smile.

If I could hear the song you sing
And your laughter bless my ears,
Then grief would lose it’s sting
And a smile would dry my tears.

But faith would lose its esteem,
And Heaven’d lose its stealth,
So we must be denied this dream,
If Heaven is to keep its wealth.

G W (Bill) Marshall / Dec 08, 2012

She Was Mine First
by G W (Bill) Marshall

While she was your daughter, she was mine first,
I sent her to teach you and bring you my love,
You have learned the lessons, you’re not cursed;
She did well and returned to My home above.

You gave her much love, your heart opened wide,
So now you know how big your heart truly is,
Do you have room for more to come inside,
Can you follow the example that was only His.

You all have much more locked in your heart,
Some never find the door to this vault,
For the demon does not want you to start,
He brings death and lies and says it’s My fault.

So know that I did not call her to Me,
And that only the body turns to dust,
But the real soul is so healthy to see,
Where all are so happy inside my trust.

G W (Bill) Marshall / January 01,2013

The Nightingale
by Vivian Ross

My beautiful Mother, my Angel
Precious nightingale,
you are now free in Heaven
to sing and praise our Lord
without a worldly care.

I hope that GOD in all His Might
will in a dream let me see
how HE now in His arms
holds and fills you with
Eternal Joy and Peace.

To see you laugh
and hear you sing
in God’s presence
is my dream.

Dreams and Thoughts of You My Son
by Charles W. Fry

When I began to realize it was only a dream
I clenched my eyes together, not wanting to awake.
Wondering why it was ‘You’ God decided he must take.
I know, I know – I shouldn’t question God’s work,
As he seems to do them in mysterious ways
But sometimes I wonder how I will make it through
The rest of my given days.

Never to hear your little laugh again
Not to see you grow and make a world of friends
Not to see you marry and graduate from school
Not to argue with you over what’s right versus what’s “cool”

You will always be my baby,
And I will always think about you day and night
Imagining you dancing with the angels – oh, what a wonderful sight
Knowing the heavens opened wide to let you in,
And imagining, in heaven you made a world of friends

Well, it is about time for me to go
Just thought I would stop by for a moment or so
To remind myself that you are always here,
Even though you are up there.
And to remind you that you are always my little guy.

Dedicated to my son “Charles Scot Fry”
December 13, 2003 – March 29, 2004