Harry Barter

Yes it is true that I never got to see all that this world holds
The flowers, trees, grass or a bright sunny day
But in my heart I have seen all of these things, even in my short time

It is also true that I never got to feel the many things that you take for granted
The snow on my face on a cold December day
Finger paints and crayons I will never hold in my hands
But I did feel the loving arms of my mother and father cradling me gently.

I never got to hear all the sounds that make most hearts sing
The laughter of a loved one or the sweet song of a bird.

But the soft touch of my mother's hands shouts to me all of this and more.

I would never have known the joy of running through a field of flowers
Never would I roll down the side of a hill to dizzy to stand
Hide and seek, tag and dodge ball I would have missed
In my mind I will do all of these things and more.

You all may see it as me missing out on all of these things by leaving you so soon
But where I am going I will do, see and hear everything you do and more
All of the people that have passed before me are waiting to make that come true
I will always think of good things, for in my short time that is all I know.

So don't cry for me
I am doing all that you have all wished for me,
and from my time here with you
I will know nothing but love and that I will take with me.

Teena Trainor

August 3, 2009

The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.
The little one we long for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says of our love for you.
(Author Unknown)

Gillian Taylor

July 10, 2009