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Upon reading this poem, I Read complete story. Campbell more by Jac Judy A. If you see my dad in Heaven He won't be hard to find. He'll be the one to greet you first, For he's a one-of-a-kind. He'll be the one with the softest voice, A veteran's cap upon his head, Or he's probably in God's beautiful Garden, with a shovel in his hand. He'll be watching the pretty hummingbirds, A warm smile upon his face, And as he leaves to go about, he'll Be walking with strength and grace. He'll sit among the story tellers, For that's what he does best. He will tell about his life on earth Before he was called to rest. He's with his Mom and Dad now, Embracing them tenderly. Never no longer to miss them or Wonder where they might be.
He may be playing with the children, And there sits one upon his knee Laughing and singing the games of fun, Clapping hands so joyfully. Now if you haven't found my Dad yet, He's probably kneeling by the throne, Surrounded by God's angels, Praying for his loved ones below. He wasn't famous in this world Nor did any heroic deeds. He was a strong, hard-working man, Taking care of those in need.
For you see, he was my hero, Bigger than big to me. He taught me all a son should know And about the love God has for me. So if you see my Dad in heaven, Tell him I'm doing fine. Let him know how much I miss him, And I think of him most of the time. You know he was my hero, So will you give him a hug or two? Tell him how much I love him and I'll be seeing him someday soon. Remember Me By Tonjha Monaco. Sounds like he was a good father and that a child is missing their dad, just as I am missing my dad.
As I was reading his poem, I was thinking about my dad who passed on way too soon for me. Good poem and fond memories, for me. Upon reading this poem, I placed a 'she' where there were a 'he' and further on. I teared up reading it. And I understand what it is like. She was an amazing person. She is proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel. Thank you so much to the author of this amazing work of art. Rest in Peace Samantha Lynn Kingery I love you, Mom. I'm really sorry that happened to your mom. I stayed in shock the first year!!
I think sometimes I still believe that he will come home home just like always. But no, reality hits a lot more and stronger than that first year. I, so hate this journey I have been put on!! But there is no choice. It's a journey that I have no decision in. I must make it!! So touched by all your beautiful poems. My name is Camilla Bullock. I have 5 lovely children. On April 15, , my firstborn, Samantha, who was 38 years old was taken away from us in a horrific death. She was stabbed over 50 times in her bedroom. We were told the next day about it.
Our lives have never been the same since that day and will never be again. I missed her every hour in every day. We are a very warm and close family. We love celebrating birthdays, going on holidays, and doing everything together as a family, but her death has such a great impact on us that we don't like celebrating anymore. My prayers are with everyone who is grieving for their precious loved one. May God continue to give us all the strength and comfort to be here with our family. It's been 25 years since my precious baby Brandon left this earth. Not a day goes by that I do not think of him. I love this poem, thank you for these words as I well up with tears. I miss him so very much he only was with us for a day and 11 hours, but a mother's grief does not know age.
The pain I still feel inside is just as great as it was 25 years ago. Your words are comforting for my being. Thank you for sharing. My blessing goes out to all parents who have lost their baby, child, teen, adult son or daughter. I lost my son Hyder Hussain 23 years old in an accident on his kinetic Honda. His widow is expecting a baby.
He lived a married life for only 5 months. May his soul rest in peace. It is very hard to believe that he has passed away. The pain in my body will not go away it is a physical pain and this is the first time I have told anyone. I long for him with all my being. I know the pain. I lost my 24 yr old first born son a year and 8 mos. The pain is overwhelming Missing my boy!
Our son Michael Wayne was 44 years old. On October 29, he got sick with a flu-like bacterial infection They did not know what caused it, found nothing even in testing and they called it a "perfect storm". He lives within our hearts to stay. He left with a smile upon his face and I know He was in the Presence of the Lord I lost my baby girl. Her name was Addison I was a little over 5 months pregnant I was 16 and before I knew it I was in the hospital and them forcing me into labor to have my beautiful baby girl. I held her thinking what a beauty it was amazing but she was already gone.
It kills me everyday that she is not here with me I very recently lost my 20 year old son in a cliff jumping accident on the river we live on This poem is helpful as I wander through this maze of emotions and try to deal with losing my wonderful boy. This is a truly a beautiful poem!! I lost my 22 year old boy and he also struggled with addiction.
I don't think there's any way to truly convey what this pain feels like. It is just something that is completely debilitating, even 2 years later. The pain is excruciating and sometimes I just can't breath. Honestly I'm not sure what would have happened if I didn't have a 10 year old daughter who obviously needs her mom. I keep wondering if it will get easier, but it doesn't even seem possible. Reading these poems, beautiful as they are, makes me realize that there's so many of us going through the same pain. I'm truly sorry for what you are all going through. I am so sorry to read that. I lost my Beautiful son Derek, who was hit by a car on May 24, I always say that it it wasn't for my Beautiful daughter and Mother, I would not be on this earth.
It truly is hard to breath at times and even harder to live. You all are in my Prayers and thoughts. At least now I know I am not the only one with these thoughts. I too lost my oldest son at age 32 to Hodgkin's Disease which is a blood cancer. He fought hard for 15 months. Had only been married 6 months had a just turned 3 year old daughter a 8 year old step daughter and a 15 year old son. I watched him die slowly for a week and held his hand the night I knew he was going to go. I miss him every day of my life. Two months ago my 15 year old grandson died of a acute asthma attack and this is one thing a mother does not want in common with her daughter.
I lost my son at 32 years of age but of course he is still my baby I miss him terribly. I love this poem. Thank you so much for the lovely poem. I look at the sky every night to see the brightest star. I say it is my dear son Patrick who I lost very suddenly at the age of 27 years. Patrick was such a happy go lucky boy who struggled with drug addiction, Patrick was in rehab and was clean for 8 months and I thought this was it he looked great said he felt great and was happy.
One Sunday on the 31st October I got a knock on the door with two police they asked to speak to me. Never for one second did I think anything was wrong with Patrick. They told me he had died. It's the worst day of my life I cannot get over it. I miss him more than words can say. Did you spell check your submission? Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". Menu Search Login Loving. Keep me logged in. Since then I have decided to share it with any parent out there who has lost a child.
May this bring comfort to you. Featured Shared Story. Add to Collection Favorites Email Share. Prev Poem Next Poem. Receive a new poem in your inbox weekly! Subscribe to Poem of the Week. Poem of the Week. Liked this? You might also like …. Has this poem touched you? Share your story! Your few words went to my heart! Were you touched by this poem? Share Your Story Here. Related Categories. The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at my command, He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed.
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew. Oh mother, mother, where is happiness? They took my lover's tallness off to war, Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess What I can use an empty heart-cup for. I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. Two knights rode forth at early dawn A-seeking maids to wed, Said one, "My lady must be fair, With gold hair on her head.
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is, Under the roses I hid my heart. Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of mirth, Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don't you 'member I told you about it Way last week? A ballad on the Normandy Invasion -Gayathri B. Seetharam I write a ballad for all those brave soldiers Who landed on Normandy Beach If you're partial to a pun, o my lad Here is one you'll admit's pretty bad Know what's sitting in a salad While indulging in a ballad?
Love is my wonder woman Love sounds like the ballad to which my heart waltzes Love looks like the guardian flying into my avid arms Love feels like soft texture of the pillow on I dream sweet dreams Nay-Ballad From uncoiled wings of the burning swan You are made equally of Reality and Non-Reality. Sometimes I grasp your meaning only in the whisper-speech of dreams. Other times, in the clear light Hats in their hands, walking solemnly into the dark, not looking orseeing stories that have been lived and gone through.
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