The chain of pain
From my heart to yours and from theirs to ours,
It will not subside, and will not go away.
The pain is so deep each and every day.
We have the comfort of those who've been there.
Families to support us, and friends who care.
Shouldn't it get easier, God I ask you?
You have my baby, and now hers, too.
Now I can just pray and cry with her,
All we have is thier lives to remember.
To us they are angels in the sky.
We may even believe that they can fly.
We know they are safe and free.
And that our children are waiting for her and me.
There is nothing that I can say, or that I can do.
So God, I'm leaving it all up to you.
Please tell the mommy, now in grief,
that what happended to her, and once to me.
That the more pain you have to send,
is so our children can make a new friend.
Ireland died 4-6-05, of strep B meningitis. I just wanted to let you kow I care, and that my heart goes out to you. Close