Michael's First Anniversary In Heaven




Michael My Beautiful son,
It has now been a year that you have been gone. It has been the worst year of my life. I wish I could have been there that night when you were taken from me. Maybe I could have saved you or it could have been me instead of you. It is not right that this girl took you from me and your family. The kids miss you so much. Michael I love and miss you. I will be with you someday. Please watch over all of us. Your sisters and brother miss you also. I love you my beautiful son.


First Thanksgiving
Genesse Gentry

The thought of being thankful
fills my heart with dread.
They'll all be feigning gladness,
not a word about her said.

These heavy shrouds of blackness
enveloping my soul,
pervasive, throat-catching,
writhe in me, and coil.

I must, I must acknowledge,
just express her name,
so all sitting at the table,
know I'm thankful that she came.

Though she's gone from us forever
and we mourn to see her face,
not one minute of her living,
would her death ever replace.

So I stop the cheerful gathering,
though my voice quivers, quakes,
make a toast to all her living.
That small tribute's all it takes.

One Year

My mind refuses to believe
It has been one year today;
Since he was riding crazy
And made you go away.

One year I've gone on without you
Struggling with all my soul and mind;
To find some kind of logic
In why you left me behind.

So many times I've wanted you
Right back here by my side;
But nothing can reverse what happened
Not even the buckets of tears I've cried.

Now day by day I remember you
You're never far from my mind;
And try as I might to win the fight
Peace in my heart I cannot find.

As another year begins without you
I search for the will to go on somehow;
My time to join you has not yet come
With God's help I will get by for now.

Only God Can Heal a Broken Heart

Oh today was a horrible day for me.
No words of comfort could anyone say.
It's been a year since my son went to Heaven ...
My heart breaks a little more each day.

I can't believe he is no longer with me.
I look for him everywhere I go.
But I really don't need to search for him ...
Cause he's in Heaven; this I know.

Oh but I miss his smile and hugs.
I long to hear his laughter.
I long to hold him close to me again.
Comfort is what I am really after.

But comfort just doesn't come easy.
There was a high price to pay.
The only way I can find comfort is knowing ...
I'll see him again in Heaven one day.

This does make the pain a bit easier ...
But it doesn't make the pain depart.
For once you've lost a child, you soon learn ...
Only God can heal a Broken Heart.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux
(c) 2003 Kaye Des'Ormeaux


I see his face tho' he's been gone
for a year now at least.

His departure unexpected
taken by a a crazy driver.

Though in his face the youth is gone
replaced with time and line.

I somehow see him smile
and in spite of wrinkle, shine.

For it's not his face in the mirror,
it's his mother's looking back.

It should be the other way around,
life's deck should be restacked.

Still, I recognize a glimmer of him
within this skin of mine.

I must do him honor though I grieve
I must let his light yet shine.

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
But 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;
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her 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.
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.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux @1998

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