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Her tændes Lys,
Også Mormor for Du
Som var "hos Os"
Du lider oh mangt og meget også Nu.! ♥
Om man kunne lave om, ej derpå mere tænke -
men dagen i dag, Op, der små stjerner til Dig vinke.¤
(C) tenna findal Tilegnet Mormor & Hele Familien som lider ♥ i sørgende stund.!
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Little angel Cecilia and little angel Dennis poem to mum and dad.

Little angel Cecilia
sat upon a sky
her wings had just showed her how to fly
from mother earth og heavens father

Her angel brother Dennis
followed her to heavens kingdom
they could not seperate
they were so close together
and mum and dad love them forever.

The angels sends a message
from heaven above
Mother, father dear, do not cry
we think of you and we will try
to send you all our love to you.
One day we will be together
and that will be forever.

Mother, father dear
have hope, and try to cope
with the loss of us
we both in our God trust.

Mother, father dear
we want to sau
we will allways be your near
and our stars will shine for you
so bright and clear.

Mother, father dear
we now must say goodbye
but our love for you will never die

your angels Cecilia and Dennis

written by Susanne Benmekki

♥ _________________________ ♥

Mom….dad….don’t be sad
We’ll be watching both of you
From the heavens up above
We’ll be watching through the brightest stars
Through the light of the moon
And through the shine of the sun.

Mom….dad….don’t be mad
’Coz time has taken us away from you.
We’ll be right here as your guardian angels
Everytime you close your eyes
Deep within your heart
We’ll be there to say goodnights

♥ ________________________ ♥

To små børn har mistet livet
knapt det var dem givet.
De nu i himlen med vinger sidder
mens smerten i hjerter bider.
De sender kys og kærlighed
til familien og venner ned.
I denne stund som sort ser ud
er det svært at forstå der findes en gud.

Engle færdes iblandt os på jord,
der er mange flere end vi tror,
kommer til gammel som til ung,
mest hvor sjælen føles træt og tung,
de forsøger at hjælpe - sprede glæde,
give en skulder hvor det er godt at græde,
stille og roligt går de rundt,
lindrer når smerten er for ond...,
når så døden banker på,
vil de ved vor side stå,
stryge vort hår, klemme vor hånd,
søge at skabe en kærlig ånd,
våge trofast nat og dag,
indtil vi tager det sidste åndedrag

Af Erik Munk Petersen

To små engle til verden kom. Smilte, lo og vendte om ♥ ♥

Mommy "Sorry I didn't get to stay.

To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.

I'm sorry that I had to die.
God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.
Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.
God didn't take me cause He's mad.
He didn't send me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious .. don't you see?
Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you'll come here too, mommy, someday.
Until the day you join me here,
I'll love you mommy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me."

Sorg er som en trekant, som drejer rundt i hjertet
med spidser som ridser.
Det gør ondt, forfærdelig ondt
til trekantens spidser er slidt af,
og der bare er en kugle igen, som glider uden smerte.

Sorg er en proces som ta'r tid, men den slutter.
Hvor lang processen er beror på, hvad vi har mistet,
hvilke ressourcer vi selv har, og hvilken støtte,
vi modtager fra omgivelserne.

Men når glæden over det, du har haft,
overskygger savnet af det, du har mistet,
når du ved, at du aldrig ville have undværet,
det som du har mistet,
selv om du var klar over,
at du engang måske
måtte gi' slip på det,
da er trekantens spidser afslidt,
og kuglen bli'r en skat i dit hjerte.

What makes a mother

I thought of you and closed my eyes and praid to God today
I asked what makes a mother?And I know I heard him say,

A mother has a baby this we know is true but God can you be a mother
when your baby is not with you?

Yes you can he replied with confidence in his voice I give many women babies
when they leave is not their choice

I just don´t understand this God I want my baby to be here
he took a deep breath and cleared his throat and then I saw the tear

I wish I could show you what your child is doing today
If you could see your childs smile with all the other children and say...

we go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear
my mommy loved me oh so much,I got to come strait here

I feel so lucky to have a mom who had so much love for me
I learned my lessons very quickly my mommy set me free

I miss my mommy oh so much but I visit her every day when she goes to sleep
on her pillow is where I lay

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear
mommy don´t be sad today I´m your baby and I am here

So you see my dear sweet ones your children are okay
your babies are born here in my home and this is where they´ll stay

They´ll wait for you with me until your lessons are through
and on the day you come home they´ll be at the gates for you

So now you see what makes a mother it´s the feeling in your heart
it´s the love you had so much of right from the start

Though some on earth may not realize you´re a mother until their time is done
they´ll be up here with me one day and know that you are the best one

Nu tændes der stjerner på himlens blå
halvmånen løfter sin sabel
Jeg våger, at ikke de slemme mus
skal liste sig ind i din snabel.
Sov sødt,, lille Jumbo og visselul
nu bliver skoven så dunkel.
Nu sover tante den gamle struds,
og næsehornet din onkel

My Mom is a Survivor

My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
by keeping my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her well
knows it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.

(By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 15, 1998
Dedicated to the mothers who have
lost a child & have somehow survived.)

Susanne Benmekki skrev:
Her er et lille udpluk fra en sang kaldet "friends":

Friends are never earned - they are a gift from our loving god
and they are precious beyound human imagination,
but you dare not take them for granted,
or their warmth will drift away like smoke
in the chill of the endless nights.

På dansk:

Venner er ikke noget man kan tjene sig til - de er en gave fra vores elskede gud,

og de er værdifulde langt ud over enhver menneskelig forestillelse,

men du må aldrig tage dem for givet,

for så vil deres varme drive/forsvinde væk som tågen/røgen

fra kulden i de endeløse nætter.

Dette lille digt er til alle jer venner her på facebook der viser jeres støtte til anja.