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 When A Smile Comes from Heaven

The smile you wear in this picture is priceless;
But, I'm sure this is no surprise.
And the love that is shared with you and your son
Shines bright in both of your eyes.

I hear you say to your precious son ...
Oh how I miss you so!
Words from a Mom's broken heart.
Too much pain for anyone to know!

But too many Moms have come to feel
The ache of a broken heart.
Oh, no one can imagine the misery
When your life is torn apart!

For a Mom brings a child into this world;
Only another Mom truly understands ...
To cherish that child that lay in her arms.
Later to walk together hand in hand.

But when that same child is taken from her,
Only another Mother knows her pain.
And the path that she walks daily thereafter ...
To another Mom ... She need not explain.

When the nighttime finds you crying again,
Understand that it's okay to cry.
The tears you shed have been shed by many!
And one day you'll understand why.

But for today, hold on to every memory.
Oh, cherish each moment of love.
The son you miss and long to hold each day ...
Watches over you from Heaven above!

So when you feel you are alone in your grief;
And your smiles are few and far between.
Take the hand of a friend who has been there.
And has seen what you have seen.

Oh, yes, I see the picture of you and your son.
Wearing a smile with such loving bliss.
If he could present you with any gift today ...
He'd send you a smile and seal it with a kiss!

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux

(The following is a special gift from Dawn Glenton,
who experienced a visit from Angel Robbie on
August 31, 2002, as she was updating her Top
Sites lists. Even though she re-set all the votes
to zero several times, Robbie's site kept popping
up with unexplained large numbers of votes, and
she could sense his loving, teasing spirit. The first
number was 38, which was repeated; the second
number was 12, which was also repeated. I
recognized the significance of 12 at once, for
Robbie was the 12th grandchild in our family and
that was always considered "his" number. The 38
was puzzling at first, but Dawn strongly sensed that
she should add up the numbers of Robbie's
birthdate--9/8/1983--and they add up to 38!)

An Angel's Visit

An angel came to me today and filled my heart with joy;
He let me know just who he was--yes, it was Robbie boy!
He played with me and teased me, 'til I could laugh no more;
Then when I thought that he had left, he came to tease me more!
He puzzled me with numbers-- I'm not sure what he meant--
I only know I laughed aloud the time here that we spent.
I never met this lovely boy here on this earth before,
But now I feel I know him well--he touched me to the core.
I've always known of angels--I 'd heard they visit, too--
But Robbie made me realize that all I'd heard is true!
I felt his mother's love for him, and his for her so strong;
I know he came to tell me, "Tell my mother to stay strong."
"I visit her quite often--she senses I'm around--
But when I try to tease her, too, her eyes look heaven-bound.
Please tell her that I called today, and make her understand
I'm always right beside her; I even hold her hand."
Yes, Angel Robbie came today, and now I know it's true
That death may take the body, but the spirit stays with you.

Written by Dawn after a visit from Angel Robbie on
August 31, 2002

I'm Free

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free;
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and I 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 found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy--
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss--
Ah, yes, these things I, too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow;
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full; I savored much--
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me--
God wanted me now; He set me free.

(Author Unknown)

God's Lent Child

"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 one or two 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 have his lovely memories
As a solace for your grief."

"I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return;
But the lessons taught in earthly realm
I want this child to learn."

"I've looked the whole world over
In searth of teachers true;
And from the ones that crowd life's lane,
I have chosen you."

"Will you give him all your tender care,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to take
This lent child back again?"

And father then and mother said,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For joys Thy child will bring,
The risk of grief we'll run."

"We'll shelter him with tenderness;
We'll love him while we may;
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay."

"But should Thy angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the grief that comes to us
And try to understand."

Edgar A. Guest

(We chose this poem to be printed on the funeral cards for Robbie's service.)

I Speak Your Name

Soft as a feather, your name
Touches my lips,
My mind, my heart.
Feelings of love
And loss fill me suddenly.
Joy, I've found at last,
Is touched by sadness
And emptiness without you.
And yet,
I live;
I breathe and go on,
As best I can.
I dream of conversations
And escapades,
Though now just memories--
So real for a moment,
I cry for myself.
The helplessness is terrifying
And cruel.
The quiet thunders in my ears.
Memories of a smile,
A look, a laugh, flood my mind,
Until I laugh and cry for want of you.
Oh, how I wish
Things could be different!
If only for a moment more with you!
I bless your name and God
For His love in letting me know you,
For our whole lifetime together.
Like music, your spirit surrounds me,
Bearing me up when my heart sinks.
I thank God for you, my angel,
Every time I speak your name.

by Brenda Penepent, LPN (copyright 1998)
Executive Director, Healing Hearts for Bereaved Parents,
Russellville, Arkansas Chapter
Healing Hearts for Bereaved Parents

The Other Land

It is not far away,
The place to which they go--
It is just beyond the starlit skies;
It is where the moonbeams grow.
And night is day and day is night
And sorrow comes no more,
Where love abides beyond the tides
Upon a golden shore.
And we must wait here for awhile -
Until it's time to go.
Although we carry on, we mourn,
Because we miss them so;
And through the years, God dries our tears...
He said, "My Peace I Give."
And for each hour we have the power,
Because our Savior lives.

Author Unknown

When I Must Leave You

When I must leave you for a little while,
Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years,
But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name,
Live on and do all things the same.
Feed not your loneliness on empty days,
But fill each waking hour in useful ways.
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer,
And I, in turn, will comfort you and hold you near.
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky.

Author Unknown

A Treasured Gift

One gift, above all others,
God gives to us to treasure--
One that knows no time, no place;
One that gold can't measure--

The precious, poignant, tender gift
of Memory--for it keeps
Our dear ones ever in our hearts,
Though they have gone to sleep.

It brings back long remembered things--
A song, a word, a smile--
And the world's a better place because
We had them for a while!

Author Unknown

We Walked Together

We walked together, you and I,
A mother and her son.
We had hopes and dreams for tomorrow,
But tomorrow didn't come.
We walked together, you and I.
We talked, we laughed, we loved.
We shared so many happy times
And for that, I thank God above.
We walked together, you and I,
But only for a short time.
For all too soon it ended
Leaving broken hearts behind.
And even though I miss you,
More than words can say,
I thank God that I got to walk with you
Every moment of each day....

Author Unknown

Another Day Without

The stillness of the morning wakes me,
But I cannot see
Why there begins another day
When my son's not here with me.
The house feels strangely silent
And his room, a lonely place.
I long to touch his soft brown hair
And kiss his dear, sweet face.
I'll never get to hear him call,
"Come see what I just made!"
I'm left with only memories
Please God--don't let them fade.
Deep in my heart, his spirit lives,
His laughter I still hear.
He'll forever be my little boy,
Though I can't hold him near.

Author Unknown

Please See Me Through My Tears

You asked, "How are you doing?"
As I told you, tears came to my eyes...
You immediately began to talk again.
Your eyes looked away from me, your speech picked up,
And all the attention you had given me went away.

How am I doing? I do better when people will listen to my response.
Even though I may shed a tear or two,
For I so want their attention;
But to be ignored because I have in me a pain
Which is indescribable to anyone who has not been there....

I hurt and I feel angry.
So when you look away,
I am again alone with it...
Really, the tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They're just God's way of helping me heal...
They relieve some of the stress and sadness.

No, you're wrong....
The memory of my child's death will alway be with me,
Only a thought away.
It's just that my tears make my pain more visible to you...
But you did not give me the pain; it's just there.
When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless?
You're not, you know.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
You've helped me more than you know.

You need not verbalize your support of my tears...
Your silence as I cry is my key...do not fear.
Your listening with your heart to
"How are you doing?" helps relieve the pain.
Because I allow the tears to come and go, I feel lighter.

Talking to you releases things I've been wanting to say aloud.
And then there's space for a touch of joy in my life.
Honest...when I tear up and cry,
That doesn't mean I'll cry forever--maybe just a minute or two--
Then I'll wipe the tears away, and sometimes you'll even find me
Laughing at something funny ten minutes later.

When I hold back my tears, my throat grows tight.
My chest aches and my stomach begins to knot up...
Because I am trying to protect you from my tears...
Then we both hurt...me, because I've kept the pain inside
And it's a shield against our closeness;
And then you hurt because suddenly
We're distant.
Please, take my hand...and I promise not to cry forever...
(It's physically impossible, you know).
When you see me through my tears, then we can be close again.

Words of Comfort by Cyndy

Poem by Kaye

Sometimes we can't help
but ask the reason "why?"..
when a person we love
will just suddenly die!
Our heart is emptied
and replaced with pain.
There's such a heartache
that no words can explain!

For, one day he's here...
but the next day, he's gone!
You're surrounded by love,
Yet you feel lost and alone!
Everyone has felt the sting of death...
at some point in their life!
They know it cuts into your heart...
just like a two-edged knife!

But, there's one thing
that we must all understand...
Without "death," he can't walk
with God hand in hand!
And, if he could come back today
to this cruel worldly place,
He'd tell you how great Heaven is,
and he'd wipe the tears from your face!

He'd tell you that Heaven
is such a beauty to behold;
that the paths are lined with jewels...
that he walks on streets made of gold!
He'd tell you not to cry for him...
To stop the flow of your tears!
For he now walks with Angels,
And...he'll always be near!

Written by: Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 1998
(June 2, 1998)
Dedicated to anyone
who has lost a loved one!

Click on the dove to view Kaye's wonderful website of inspired poetry.

There Were Many Moments With You ...
(Just Not Enough Years)

A child is a gift from the Heavenly Father
that comes with many moments of love.
But what you think you'll hold for a lifetime,
may one day soar to the Heavens above.

Oh, now, I think back at the moments;
Precious moments I shared with you.
I think of the times that I heard you laugh ...
There's nothing to compare it to.

I think of the times you sat with me;
Sharing the dreams you treasure.
And sharing the failures that you feared most ...
Even these were moments of pleasure.

Every moment I shared with you was a joy!
So much more than you could know.
Just to hear each time your heart would beat ...
Meant one more beat to help you grow!

Tonight, I sit and hold onto the photo albums,
Holding onto every single minute.
I look back and long for more time in life with you.
For more life while you were in it.

I see others around me and know that they
understand exactly how I feel.
For every moment I live without you
is a moment too painfully real.

So, I sit tonight longing to hold you;
I just can't hold back my tears.
There were many moments with you ...
Oh ... Just not enough years.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Dedicated to all Moms who have lost a child.

Click on Kaye's logo above to go to her website to read more of her poetry, which is so comforting and inspiring!
"My Mom is a Survivor"

My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lie 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 on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.

By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 15, 1998

Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child and have somehow survived.

You Never Said Goodbye

You never said "I'm leaving;"
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.
A million times I needed you;
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly;
In death I love you still;
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one else can fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone,
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.

Author Unknown

Our Family Chain

We little knew that morning
That God would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly;
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

(Author Unknown---sent to me by
Karen Friebel, my dear friend and
Robbie's godmother)

For My Son

I think a lot about the past
When you were little and you'd run and play.
I think about balls and bats and tiny automobiles
That somehow never got put away.

I think about knees I kissed and shoes I tied
And the bicycle you always loved to ride.

But mostly I think about a little face
That smiled up at me at the end of the day
And little arms held up so high
To wrap around me and say goodnight.

I miss those days very much,
But they are alive in my memory,
And I'm so proud today
Of the person you came to be.

(Author Unknown)

You're Still You

Through the darkness
I can see your light;
And you will always shine,
And I can feel your heart in mine.
Your face I've memorized--
I idolize just you.
I look up to
Everything you are;
In my eyes you do no wrong--
I've loved you for so long;
And after all is said and done,
You're still you.
After all,
You're still you.

You walk past me--
I can feel your pain.
Time changes everything--
One truth always stays the same:
You're still you.
After all,
You're still you.

I look up to
Everything you are;
In my eyes you do no wrong--
And I believe in you,
Although you never asked me to--
I will remember you
And what life put you through!
And in this cruel and lonely world
I found one love----
You're still you.
After all,
You're still you.

(Linda Thompson and Ennio Morricone)

"You're Still You" and "To Where You Are" are two beautiful songs sung by young Josh Groban.

Thank you, Josh, for giving me permission to use your songs on Robbie's site!
To Where You Are

Who can say for certain?
Maybe you're still here--
I feel you all around me--
Your memory's so clear.
Deep within the stillness,
I can hear you speak;
You're still an inspiration.
Can it be?

That you are my Forever Love
And you are watching over me
From up above?
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star!
I wish upon tonight to see you smile,
If only for a while,
To know you're there.
A breath away's not far to where you are.

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dreams?
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen?
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away,
I cherish all you gave me
Every day.

'Cause you are my Forever Love,
Watching me from up above;
And I believe
That angels grieve
And that love will live on and never leave!

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star!
I wish upon tonight to see you smile,
If only for a while,
To know you're there.
A breath away's not far to where you are.

I know you're there---
A breath away's not far to where you are.

(As sung by Josh Groban)

A Message from Heaven

Perhaps you weren't ready yet
To have to say goodbye;
Perhaps you've thought of things
You wish you'd said--well, so have I.

For one thing, I'd have told you
Not to worry about me---
I'm with the Lord in Heaven now---
You knew that's where I'd be.

I'm sorry that you're feeling sad,
For I'm so happy now;
I've asked the Lord to ease the hurt
And comfort you somehow.

It's hard at the beginning,
But I know you'll make it through;
I hope it helps to know
That I'll be waiting here for you.

(Author Unknown--from a card received after Robbie died)

Little Angels

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime 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 wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold,
And 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 "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
and angels are hard to find.

Author Unknown

The Plan of the Master Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors--
He knows what they should be;
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.
'Tis He Who fills the shuttle
And He Who knows what's best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

(Author Unknown)

Missing You

No words I write can ever say
How much I miss you every day.
As time goes by, the loneliness grows;
How I miss you, nobody knows!
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name,
But all I have are memories
And photos in a frame.
No one knows my sorrow,
No one sees me weep,
But the love I have for you
Is in my heart to keep.
I've never stopped loving you--
I'm sure I never will;
Deep inside my heart,
You are with me still.
Heartaches in this world are many
But mine is worse than any.
My heart still aches as I whisper low,
"I need you and I miss you so."
The things we feel so deeply
Are often the hardest to say,
But I just can't keep quiet any more,
So I'll tell you anyway.
There is a place in my heart
That no one else can fill;
I love you so, my precious son,
And I always will.

(Author Unknown)

Welcome Home!

Welcome Home, My child, My son!
Your work on earth has been well done.
You have been a witness to many while on earth,
And you've shared the story of My miracle birth.
You never hid the fact that you loved Me.
You shared the Word no matter what the need might be.
You spoke of Me often to family and friends,
And you showed how faith can strengthen and often mends.
You did your best to always give the glory to Me;
And, for this, you will live eternally.
And now the time has come for you to rest;
I'm taking you home as My special guest.
Welcome home, My child, My son--
Your work on earth has been well done.

Danise Nowak Hahlbohm

If Tears Could Build a Stairway

If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane,
I could walk right up to Heaven
And be with you again.

No farewell words were spoken--
No time to say goodbye;
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why.

My heart is sorely broken
And secret tears still flow;
What it meant to lose you,
No one can ever know.

But now I know you want us
To mourn for you no more,
To remember all the happy times
Life still has in store.

Since you'll never be forgotten,
I pledge to you today--
A hallowed place within my heart
Is where you'll always stay.

(Author Unknown)

God's Special Bouquet

God lends us beautiful flowers
That grow in our garden of life;
Some are easy to maintain,
While others oft bring strife.

We love them all,
But when our little one arrives,
We pray we get to keep him
For the rest of our lives.

But God knows this garden
Has only a short stay,
So He picks special blooms
For His heavenly bouquet.

So think of the most beautiful
Ones you have enjoyed,
And know that they
Are in the hands of our Lord.

No higher place of honor
Will ever be known.
Just remember these were flowers
That we only had on loan.

(Written for Robbie by his cousin, Margree McAfee Meeks)


Smoky Mountains Photo Courtesy of Richard Weisser and smokyphotos.com