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This a place where i will list the survivors and post poems!
Mom Survivor: Sara Smith & Jarred's Mother
Dad Survivor: Trent Daedox & Jarred's Father
Sib Survivor: Nicoles sisters and brother, Also Jarred's brothers...
Grandparents Survivors: Nicoles Grandparents and Jarred's Granparents... |
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My Mom is a Survivor Poem...
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay 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 forever more.
But 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!
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My Grandparents are Survivors Poem...
Grandparents are a special gift
That God gives to each child.
Their love outshines the brightest star...
Their love can never be defiled.
Oh, but when a child becomes an angel,
Grandparents feel the pain and sorrow.
Beyond any pain they've known in life...
Or will ever come to know tomorrow.
For a grandparent holds a special love
For the child their child has had.
And, to lose what they hold dear...
Leaves them heartbroken and sad.
Their legacy is their grandchildren...
So how can they learn to survive?
Will the dreams of their tomorrows
Somehow be kept alive?
Yes, a grandparent is a survivor...
And life has taught them how to be.
For their wisdom, courage & love
Is carried from them... to You & me. |
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My Dad is A Survivor Poem...
My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there's times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heaven's up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love~! |
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My Sibling is a Survivor Poem....
Hey Mom, I know you are hurting,
I see your pain and your tears.
I want to hold you and just tell you,
Hey Mom, I'm still here.
I have never lost a child.
But I feel the pain of your loss.
Oh, I loved your child too, Mom.
Can I help you carry this cross?
You know that you still have me.
And I thank God I am still alive.
I want to be like you Mom;
I want to learn how to survive.
I may not accept the loss,
But I'll be here when you cry.
I don't know what to do for you,
But if you'll help me, I'll try.
I lost someone that I love too, Mom.
It's a pain I feel each day.
My best friend throughout my life,
has suddenly passed away.
Today when I write this to you...
I feel the wet drop of a tear.
For when I think about your loss, Mom...
I say, "Hey Mom, I'm still here." |
Suicide
What exactly is this word
We hear so much about
Its the taking of one's life
As they see no other route
People get so down and out
And see no other way
Of trying to get past the pain
for just one more day
They never see beyond today
Of what great pain they'll cause
For their pain is so great
They can't for one minute pause
To see that down the road will be
Less pain, more love and peace
All they feel is darkness
Coming over them that won't cease
Lets reach out our hand
Help them find the way
For if we can get them through it
Tomorrow will be a better day. |
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Go Ahead
Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further. The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child, Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing. I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing. I feel it will take a lifetime. |
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