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POEMS
Three Months Old
By: Aunt Jenny
3 months old you would have been today
oh how we miss you so
our little angel in heaven
and not here for us to love and hold
Oh how we'd love to kiss your cheeks,
your little hands & feet
Aunt Jenny longs for the day, honey,
the day we get to meet
I'll hold you in my arms
and never let you go
I'll bounce you on my knee
and count those little toes
I'll sing you songs and play with you,
I know you'll want to learn
and when Mommy comes to steal you away
I'll tell her to wait her turn.
Noah Ryan Zirkle
Written by Lorrie Mosher
Mommy to James Edward Mosher
Born still November 21,2001
His time on earth was much too short.
His precious little soul
Has gone to heaven and has left
A great big empty hole.
Know in your heart and soul and mind
That he'll see you every day
And he'll hear your every word
When you bow your head and pray
Noah's with the Angels up above
He's standing at God's side
He'll watch your every move and twitch
His love will never hide.
His spirit is the breeze that blows
It's raindrops from the sky
The sunshine is his smile
It's morning noon and nigh
This is for lil Noah Ryan.
By:
Jennifer Christ
(Close friend)
God had a special mission,
for ones he loves so dear.
he needed a little angel,
one he could hold near.
now he never meant to hurt you,
and he hurts to see you cry.
but he knew you were the only ones,
to help his angel fly.
God knew you would take care of him,
and love him as your own.
but he knew that in the end,
he would have to call Noah home.
Now on the day that Noah passed,
he didn't really die.
God gave him wings and took him home,
to heaven beyond the sky.
Now in our hearts the seed is planted,
Noah's memory lives on.
and he will always be with us,
he was never really gone.
A Prayer For You
By: Uncle Tom
I said a prayer for you today....
And I know god must of heard
I felt the answer in my heart
Although he spoke no word.
I didn't ask for wealth or fame
I knew you wouldn't mind
I asked him to send treasures
Of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that he'd be near you
At the start of each new day
To grant you health and blessings
And friends to share your way.
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small
But it was for his loving care
I prayed the most of all.
Poem for Noah Ryan
By: Great Grandma Schleis
You came into our life at a happy time. It was
Christmas you see. With much promise of what was to
be. By ones who loved you sight unseen.
The dreams of you flew quickly through our minds, as
we pictured what next christmas would be.
We did not expect your arrival so fast It saddened our
hearts when we realized you were not to be.
You had to live a lifetime in just 5 months before the
angels came to usher you home. You see it was God who
could not part with thee.
So we bundled you up after holding you and telling you
of our love, of a family and sent you home , for us,
much to soon.
"But know this little Noah" you left us with a
lifetime of happy memories.
That came just as fast, left just as quickly , as you,
but will remain in our hearts as if you were here for
eternity
When God calls little children
To dwell with him above
We mortals often question
The wisdom of His love
For no heartache compares
To the death of one small child
Who does so much to make this world
Seem wonderful and mild
God knows how much we need them
And so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven
More beautiful to view
And so when little ones depart
We who are left behind
Must realize how much God loves little children
For Angel’s are hard to find
(Thank you Genah for sharing this one)
In Times like these
By: Jonathan Harbour
Life is oft tread with tears,
Borne of bruise, hurt, and sorrow;
Though tears of love are best to see,
Oft eyes swell from fears.
In times like these, remember still:
Both abide, joy and sorrow, in His eternal will.
In youth is found, much love, and joy,
Borne of new life's early dawn;
Though happiness is full measure,
More oft than not, for girl and boy.
In times like these, remember still:
Both abide, joy and sorrow, in His eternal will.
A child small, a life, is he,
Lost to us, it may first seem;
Though cradled not in mother's arms,
Imagine, forever held, in Glory.
In times like these, remember still:
Both abide, joy and sorrow, in His eternal will.
For never ought a child hurt,
Or ever might feel pain;
Absent from body is present with God,
How fortunate is he!
In times like these, remember still:
Both abide, joy and sorrow, in His eternal will.
The lives we spend on Earth, so fleeting,
A mist, a trickle, a wisp of time;
When we've been there, ten thousand years,
Will here and now have meaning?
In times like these, remember still:
Both abide, joy and sorrow, in His eternal will.
A baby born yon Gates of Heaven,
Angelic hosts his keeping;
No need for sleep, nor food, nor drink,
Endless love is he given.
Finger Prints
By: Autumn Zirkle
Finger prints were to fill the walls and windows
The baby blue sheets and Pillows.
Toys still scatters around the room.
The floor not touched by a vacuum or broom.
Everything looked like it was just played with a
minute or two ago.
But my head hung heavy and low.
I stood with no expression on my face.
But odd enough the look could not be traced.
It was the look of disbelief My baby gone? Not
here?
It was the truth my mental state could not bare.
The shaking of my bones I could not calm.
My sons picture clung tight in my palm.
Flutters:
By Autumn Zirkle
Wiggles and flutters you made inside my womb.
My growing belly preparing to make room.
There was four months left till your due date was
here.
I was cheated out of that and it's so unfair.
I had just got excited about the flutters I felt.
I didn't realize then the hand I had been dealt.
I'll never understand Noah why you left me.
Why was your precious life never meant to be?
As they gently lay-ed your lifeless body in my
arms.
I thought I had failed you, I couldn't keep you safe
from harm.
But I looked in your eyes and they seemed to say it
was OK.
That you and I could love each other in a special kind
of way.
I may never get to hold you and sing you to sleep.
For you are with God and never meant for me to keep.
I may never watch you as you suckel at my breast.
Or lay next to you as you lay your gentle head to
rest.
I may never kiss your baby tears away.
Or watch you grow day after day.
But to this sad story there is a happy part.
Because forever do I get to hold you in my heart.
Blessed:
By Autumn Zirkle
I wrote this Poem to Noah while he was in my tummy:)
The Lord has blessed me once again.
Inside of me a new life waiting to begin.
So little , so innocent, developing within me.
Yet I am still mystified at how it could be.
So much joy I have found in my first son.
The love I feel is so strong, splitting it in two..How
can it be done?
Staring at my growing belly I wonder who you are.
A boy? A girl? So close yet still so far.
I just want you to know mommy and daddy love you with
all our hearts.
Yes we have right from the very start
One Thought to Keep
I give you this one thought to keep-
I am with you still - I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each new dawn.
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny lights like Heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
This sight is so spectacular please wipe away those tears,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sound of music cannot compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me loved ones, you know I hold you dear,
And be glad I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above,
I send you each a memory of my undying love.
After all Love is a gift more precious than pure gold,
Love was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love each other as the Father said to do,
For I cannot count the blessings or love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,
Remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
