October is National SIDS and Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Month. Each of our members who are listed on the next two pages, have lost an infant through Sids, Born Still, Premature, Miscarriage or any other type of Infant Death..
You've heard that awful sound before...
Oh how sad to say, but tis true!
And it must be a horrific echo
that travels all through you~!
Momma's can hear so many things...
that others can't seem to hear~!
Like the sounds of a sweet whisper...
coming from a baby's ear~!
Or the sounds as a child is playing...~!
Yes, we hear their every cry~!
And, oh, what a sound they make...
when they ask, "Why Momma, Why?"
But, the worst sound of all, I'm sure...
Is what you heard that terrible day,
"..I'm sorry, we did everything we could...
but, your baby has passed away~!"
Yes, a momma hears many sounds!
Joyous sounds a child can make...~!
But, thank GOD, not all mommas hear...
the sound of a heartbreak~!
Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
All rights reserved.
It is illegal to take or use a copyright
poem or work without original authors permission.
Dedicated to: Darlene, a mom that lost her baby, PJ, to SIDS
(Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)
We have walked a similar path.
The road has not been easy.
We have felt the sorrow of valleys so deep,
and the satisfaction of conquering the highest mountain.
We have stood broken and battered from our pain,
but we continue to go on and survive.
There will be new mommies and daddies who will join us,
they too will have to walk this journey called grief.
We will support and comfort them,
Laugh and cry with them.
They to will conquer the mountain and survive.
We have a bond that others who haven't felt this pain,
would or could understand.
We are Mommies and Daddies brought together by Angels.
Our Angels, Our Babies.
Babies who have taught us about love,
and have shown us our heart.
We will never be the same again,
who could be.
To experience the death of a child,
and not change.
That would mean we are unloving and unfeeling,
I know that we are more of both.
Written by Lori Ayrault
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I've loved you from the start.
Although my body you can't hold,
It doesn't mean I'm gone,
This world was worthy, not, of me,
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face-
You have my word, I'll fill your arms,
Someday we will embrace.
You'll hear that it was "meant to be,
God doesn't make mistakes",
But that won't soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.
I'm watching over all you do,
Another child you'll bear,
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There'll come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips,
And then you'll understand.
Although I've never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn't mean I never "was"--
An angel never dies.....
Written by Karen O'Connor
Copyright @ Used With Permission
(although this child was named, she was stillborn)
To my brother and his wife for *Alice*
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