Thinking of you and your sweetest smile
I close my eyes for just a while,
As I lay and think of you
Your love of gum and how you'd chew,
And how you tried so very hard
To blow a bubble, but spit your gum across the yard,
I think of times spent at the park
And how you'd want to stay till dark,
The time you tried the balance beam
All by yourself, falling off with a laughing scream,
Or the many times I helped you along
The monkey bars though you were so strong,
The way you'd shout "weeee" going down the slide
Hands in the air like a stampede ride,
The way you ran around a tree
Yelling at everyone, "You can't catch me,"
I think of the nights you would try and stay up
And how you'd ask for your Tinkerbell cup,
The many stories that we'd read
And how you'd roll around your bed.
What I wouldn't give for one more night
To tuck you in all nice and tight
I'd give you kisses and sing our song
And tell you I love you and to be strong
I'd tell you not to worry and that we're all okay
And even though I wanted to, I couldn't make you stay
I know that you are happy now, and you're in no more pain
And this again I promise you, your loss was not in vain
So take my word here and now
I make this to you my solemn vow
Forever shall I love you and keep your memory
Until that day that once more, I can hold you close to me.
Poem About Loss Of Little Girl
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Hello, I hope you're ok. I hope you're coping, and I hope you have a good supportive network. No words can make you feel better. I'm so sorry for your loss. My Daughter passed away in May...
Words From Mommy's Heart
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Kyla
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
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Hello,
I hope you're ok. I hope you're coping, and I hope you have a good supportive network. No words can make you feel better. I'm so sorry for your loss. My Daughter passed away in May this year, so I understand your pain. I'm a Muslim, so my faith tells me my little girl is playing in the gardens of Eden with Abraham and his wife. She asks God of my being and when I will join her. Just as I miss her, she too misses me. We believe when we are resurrected on the day of accountability, she will reunite with us. It really helps me get from one day to another. My sleeping angel, her tiny hands and feet, her golden skin and jet black hair, lay lifeless in front of me. Forever gone but never forgotten...