| Location | Mansfield Nottinghamshire |
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| Date of Birth | 19/08/2000 |
| Date of Death | 19/08/2000 |
| Visitors | 2,693 since 04/06/2009 |
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To Our Dearest Darling Megan
Words can not express how much we miss you, everyday we think about you darling, you were only here for such a short time, we just wish we had had you for longer, we are blessed though to of had you for that short time, and your memeorey will live on forever in our hearts, we will miss you and love you forever
I love you so much
your Mummy xxxxxxxxxx
Merry Christmas to you & your loved ones
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Metamorphosis
I watched a butterfly dry his wings
On a sun warmed blade of grass.
A dry cocoon fell to the ground.
The need for it was past.
Not long ago a squirmy worm
Had wriggled up this way,
But now this flying flower
Had brightened up my day.
The caterpillar wasn't gone,
But changed, so he could fly.
He left his former way of life
Without a tear or sigh.
I wonder if the caterpillars
That he left behind
Wonder what became of him
Or knew what he would find?
Did they try to hold on to him?
Do they miss him? Do they mourn?
Do they know he isn't gone,
But that he has been reborn?
It can be hard to say good-bye.
It can hurt to let go.
But, sometimes, that's the only way
Those lovely wings can grow.
By Gwen Flowers
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An Angel's Kiss
Your breath is the song that the morning sings,
Chirping birds, fluttering angel wings,
Daylight dances on the air;
Leaves rustle unaware.
Quietly, thoughts of you wander through my mind,
A gentle breeze on my face I find;
As if a kiss delivered to me
By the angels I know are there, but cannot see.
Just like the love that will never end,
I long to call this sorrow my friend.
By Tracy
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☆ Sweet Dreams ☆
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☆ Our beautiful angel
In the sky ☆
☆ Let us know you
Are close by ☆
☆ As we lay down to sleep
Come to us in our dreams ☆
☆ Let us see you smiling face
Let us feel your warm embrace ☆
☆ Let us feel your tender love
Surrounding us from above ☆
Copyright� Leza 21/2/2010
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✰ The Night Cries On ✰
And the night cries on
As if alone -
Though a thousand angels
Weep along.
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And these tears that fall
I gather close -
To merge and mingle as my own.
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Yet still the night cries ever on.
Perhaps ten thousand tears
Will fall -
The nights,
My own,
And a thousand angels
Who weep along.
~ Eric P. McCarty ~
A TOUCH OF HEAVEN
Softly, softly, angels' wings...
Songs of God the cherub sings.
Where peace is like a faded quilt
And love the squares so beautifully built
Wrapped ‘round each soul who there resides
To warm the hearts where He abides.
So sweet the sound of angel voices,
Hearing them the heart rejoices.
Strain your ears and you might hear it -
Sweet sound that speaks unto your spirit.
Now let your eyes follow the source of that sound;
You will find them drawn heaven-bound.
Look closely now, past clouds and sky.
See God's Kingdom above us high?
Now see the angels, see their faces
Aglow as they bask in the good Lord's graces.
One of these is my child so dear.
Who went away and left us here.
And now my dreams take me to a place
Where souls live on in love and grace.
And I know for all sweet eternity
My child dwells in love and serenity.
Ⓒ Laurie J. Crist
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My Angel ever at my side
how lovely you must be -
To leave your home in heaven,
to guard someone like me.
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When I'm far away from home,
or maybe hard at work
I know you will protect me,
from harm along the way.
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Your beautiful and shining face,
I see not, though you're near
The sweetness of your lovely voice,
I cannot really hear.
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When I pray, you're praying too,
your prayer is just for me.
But, when I sleep you never do,
You're watching over me.
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� Copyright Jonathon Earl Bowser
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✿ Sonnet ✿
In every dream thy lovely features rise;
I see them in the sunshine of the day;
Thy form is flitting still before my eyes
Where'er at eve I tread my lonely way;
In every moaning wind I hear thee say
Sweet words of consolation, while thy sighs
Seem borne along on every blast that flies;
I live, I talk with thee where'er I stray:
And yet thou never more shalt come to me
On earth, for thou art in a world of bliss,
And fairer still - if fairer thou canst be -
Than when thou bloomed'st for a while in this.
Few be my days of loneliness and pain
Until I meet in love with thee again.
~ William Barnes ~
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Telling It Over Again
In each re-telling
there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance
of the reality of our loss.
In each retelling
there comes another acknowledgment,
of the uniqueness of the personhood
of our precious missing child.
In each retelling
there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace
of the finality of their death.
In each retelling
there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation
of the memories we hold dear.
In each retelling
we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need to tell them
one more time.
Miriam Blake 1997
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The presence of an angel is like a snowflake lightly touching you with its special gift,
then evaporating into your warmth as you hurry on your way.
Author Unknown
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Guardians
By Adrienne Jones
After a morning there is an evening
And when the evening’s gone, another day.
If your heart’s broken, it will be mended,
For we will rise for you like guardians.
And we will sing your soul to keep
And we will keep the dark at bay
And we will lift you up to greet the morning.
If in your lifetime this world of troubles
Should come to peace among the nations,
Your heart, in gladness, would leap to heaven
And nevermore you’d need your guardians.
But we will sing our world to keep
And we will keep the dark at bay
And we will lift you up to greet the morning.
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"How lucky I am to have something
that makes saying goodbye so hard."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)
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◈ Heavy ◈
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had His hand in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among the lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it---
books, bricks, grief—
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled—
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?
By Mary Oliver
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