THIS POEM WAS WROTE BY HIS BROTHER RIGHT AFTER HIS DEATH:
SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND HAD THOUGHTS OF A WIFE.
NEVER REALLY HAD CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE HIS LIFE.
EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT HEAVEN IS A BETTER PLACE.
I STILL CAN'T FORGET THE SMILE THAT HE USE TO CARRY ON HIS FACE.
MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH WAS HIS SPECIALTY.
HE WAS ALWAYS THERE TO COMFORT WHO EVER WAS IN NEED.
WITHOUT HIM MY LIFE HAS COME TO A COMPLETE STANDSTILL.
I KNOW HIS DEATH IS REALITY BUT IT JUST DOESN'T SEEM REAL.
I ASK GOD TO MAKE ME STRONG, HELP ME HOLD ON.
LET ME LIVE ON, CAUSE IN THIS WORLD I FEEL SO ALONE.
I GUESS YOUR HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW.
AND THEN ALL THAT YOUR LEFT WITH IS PAINFUL HEARTACHE AND SORROW.
AS I KNEEL DOWN BESIDE MY BABY BROTHERS GRAVE,
I ASK HIM "WHAT, AM TO DO".
I TELL HIM THAT, "I DON'T WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU.
HE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME.
BUT NOW ALL I HAVE LEFT IS PRECIOUS MEMORIES.
WHY DOES LIFE ON EARTH HAVE TO END?
BEFORE LIFE IN HEAVEN CAN BEGIN?
I HAVEN'T A CLUE NOR KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
SO BEFORE I GO ON ANY FURTHER I'M DEDICATING MY LIFE TO RAY-RAY.
BY: " MAD- DOG " " P-NUT "
MARSHALL RAY CHILDREE
All alone on this summer night
I look up at the starry sky
The moon is but a golden crescent
The lead role for the night
Crickets chirping in the grass
Singing their lonely love songs
Everything reminds me of you
How could I have lost you?
How could you have left?
I need you with me all the time
I miss you, day & night.
I can't wait to be with you again.
I can't wait to hold you tight.
Life is so confusing.
It can make you hurt so bad,
Or it can make you so happy, joyful
Life is just so hard.
Every day I have to spend without you
Makes it so much harder
Out of all the stars in the sky
I know that you are the brightest one
Shining down on me
Watching over me
As I'm looking up at you
You're protecting me.
I love you.
By: Samantha, your little sister
I love you Christopher
My heart is broken...
Your Mom *Forever*
I saw him first in August
When they said "You have a boy"
I was so glad to hear these words,
And he became our joy.
Every time his birthday came
I saw him growing tall.
And then he started off to school
In just no time at all.
It seems I only turned around
And he was in his teens,
He went around in surfer shirts
And in his favorite jeans.
Sports and friends then filled his life,
Most days for him were fun.
And on the shelves in his room
Were trophies that he'd won.
Often when he came home at night
From being out too late,
He'd whisper at my bedroom door
"Mom, are you still awake"?
I saw him last this August,
On his 26th birthday.
He seemed so glad to be with us,
He was not sad that day.
I talked to him in September when he said
"Mom don't you worry,
I'm doing all right and with any luck I'll
Be back on track in a hurry!"
Never more will he struggle
Thou my heart still seems to break.
I'll never again hear him whisper
"Mom are you still awake?"
Yet I thank God for every joy
The heartbreaks and the fun.
For in my hearts treasure box
Are memories of my son.
Missing You So.. Love Mom
To our beloved son and brother,
Only time until we meet again,
Just a breath away,
And we'll be together then.
We miss you every split second of time!
A Part of Me
By: Christine Hamor
I wanted to tell you today
How much you meant to me;
More than the earth,
or the wind, or the trees.
You were a part of me
And I know that for sure;
Because when you died that day,
It was just too much to endure.
I still can't believe it;
I can't believe you're gone
And this pain that I feel
Makes me wonder if I can go on.
Yet it is something
I feel I must now keep
Even though I hate this pain,
It runs so very deep.
It is now a part of me
Almost as much as you were
And I don't know what to do now;
Life is nothing but a blur.
Dedicated to my son Phil
With love forever from Mom
I imagine being free
But life's a cage
I image being me
but I am swollen with rage
Tried and tested
Broke and fixed
Beaten and bruised
On life's little tricks
But everything's true
Life's got everyone of Us
Oh definitely, Me and you
No escaping and not much light
I imagine I am free again
In this "so called" life
I imagine being free again
By: Carl Cufone
Gentle tiger, you went down to sleep
Your memory branded to me, forever to keep
Your life short lived but what beauty it was
You strong gentle creature, with a heart like a dove
On the outside so strong and solidly built
inside something missing , your mind out of tilt
You struggled so bravely, put up a good fight
I know you gave it every bit of your might
I have to be honest I miss you so much
Just to see you , hold and feel your touch
But your gone now to roam other plains
I hope there you feel none of those aches and pains
My gentle tiger , watching you injured made me so Sad
That's why my feelings toward you will never be mad
So be free gentle tiger
love you lots,
FACE OF AN ANGEL
The face of an angel is all that is here...
Not ready to leave, but has to go,
Wants to go back, but God says no.
Leaving your life is a scary thought,
I guess it's something that can't be fought.
A mother, a father, a sister and friends,
A meaningful life that suddenly ends.
An angel is what he was meant to be,
Now just think of all he can see.
Looking over his family night and day,
Saying I love you in his own special way.
In the night we sleep, in the day we cry,
He watches us all from his star in the sky.
~ author unknown ~
I asked God for water,
he gave me a ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a Tree,
He gave me a forest.
I asked God for a Miracle,
He blessed me with you.
I love you Shawn!
'Till we are together again....
Lulled to peace in the arms of silence
a hidden song flows like a stream.
Within the notes I know that I am here,
I know that I am whole.
The darkness within is splintered by the starfire jewel.
The angels of the sea appear to me in sanctuary.
I call to them for healing,
I call to them for peace.
I feel their emotions, their essence, their joy.
And beyond the furthest reach I sense their presence.
A spell is cast.
The turmoil within is banished, my soul at peace.
Calmed by a love - so unique, so pure.
I look into the starfire jewel, the eye of the dolphin.
Our spirits have joined.
by Diane Gollner ( © 1996 )