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WARM POEMS

                             

              I LOVE YOU PATRICK. I MISS YOU SON. I NEED

                               MY GUARDIAN  ANGEL

 

                                                                                                  

           
                                         
                              
                                                           My son, Patrick


 Just the thought in knowing my loss is real, aches
 Just the thought in knowing I have only your memories to continue my lonesome journey, tortures me.
Just the thought of the dusk coming down, distresses me.
Since your passing, darkness means another night without you.

Just the thought of leaving you behind at the cemetery and driving home alone, agonizes me.
A mother should never bury her child.
Just the thought of coming home from the cemetery and seeing your red car in the driveway, and you are not home, frightens me.

But, your pictures that are in every corner of the house, on my necklace, my key chain, in my car, and this unique picture of you that I carry with me and sleep with it, remind me that you are alive and safe in my heart.
Because Mom, will always keep you and your memories alive, until you and God come for me.

Just the thought in knowing you are an angel in Heaven, soothes me.
Perhaps one great thought will overcome all the bad ones.
With God grace, I will continue my journey of grief with hope.

With you by my side, in my dreams, I will continue to pray for peace and healing.
But only, if I can feel you are happy and at peace.
With God, Jesus, and Blessed Mother guarding my Patrick in Heaven, duskiness in my heart will fade.
Because you know I love you so much, and I know I miss you more than I can understand.

                                                                                            GISELE G BARBOSA

Dedicated to my son, Patrick


                                              

                                      
                                                    

                                             MY SHATTERED LIFE


Where does a mother go when her loss is greater than life
Where does a mother go when her agony is more than she can handle
What a mother can do when her painful memories, images of her loss, are her worst shadows
What a mother can do when her tearful face is her saddest reflection

What a mother should do when life's insensitivity and unfairness is choking her
How a broken- hearted mother can carry her cross, her burden
How a mother can live with this unbearable, unthinkable loss
How can I get through this torturous, helpless journey
You tell me, Son... God, You make me understand my inconsolable, lonely world
Because I miss my son so dearly... I am all broken in pieces from severe depression, anguish
I am a Martyr of a horrid loss of my beloved son, Patrick... a price of  being a mother.


                                                                                       GISELE G BARBOSA


To my Loving Son Patrick


                                
                                      
 

                               

                            

  OVER THE RAINBOW A BUTTERFLY IS FLYING... MY ANGEL PATRICK CONTINUES HIS LIFE WITH GOD

                 


                               
                                         LOVE NEVER CEASES BUT GROWS DEEPER FOREVER
           
                     
                                                      
                             


                         
  
                       

                                                                      


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                                         LOVE AND PEACE, ANGEL PATRICK.

                                    
 

ANGEL PATRICK CHRISTIAN BARBOSA May 4, 2010
 
I LOVE YOU, MOM... YOUR SON PATRICK
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SENDING ALL MY LOVE TO MY MOM FROM

HEAVEN....LOVE, ANGEL PATRICK...YOUR

SON FOREVER AND EVER!

               HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

 

               Mom I understand you can’t see me

                    But I can see you

                    I understand you miss me

                    I miss you more

                    I understand you feel sad, empty, alone

                    But understand you are never alone

  Mom though I feel sad seeing my mom unhappy

  I am still happy being with God, Jesus, and Blessed Mother

And one day you will understand everything when your time comes

                   To be with God, His Angels, and me

                   Mom I know you love me

                   I love you more

 Until you join me I will always be by your side

                  And whisper my greatest love for youMom, clear your mind so you can see me in your dreams more often

And think positive, so you will be able to feel my presence, my love for you 

And to let you know that I am still alive

Your son Patrick will always be with you in spirit

Mom just remember I only move away to another universe

And I will wait for my beautiful mom when your day comes to move away.

                             

I will be waiting for you with open arms to receive 

 My mother back in my life… our eternal life, home with God

             Mom just have faith in God

             And believe death is not a termination

             But only a transition to another life with God

Our Father who had created us to only experience this earthly life

 And learn from one another before returning back home, to Him

Mom you know we are bonded forever by love as God had intended

When He gave you your son as a gift of love

 A love that will never die but grow deeper and fonder in our soul

 Mom I understand you are confused for returning your gift to God

  Again you will understand clearly the truth about life and death one day

 Mom I understand our separation will always hurt you but not forever

 We will meet again… a promise from God… Our Father

  Until then… you will not walk your journey alone

  I am here to wish you…

                  HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MY SWEET MOM,

                        YOUR LOVING SON Patrick

 

PS: Thank you Mom for your love, your beautiful thoughts about me and prayers. You are my mother and always will be my mother… Patrick’s Mom.

                             GOD BLESS YOU MOM!

 

 

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BELOVED SON PATRICK CHRISTIAN BARBOSA… MY PRECIOUS SON I LOVE AND MISS SO DEEPLY.

Mom March 24, 2010
 
OUR SAVIOR IS RISEN! PATRICK LIVES ON!
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Easter Joy

Jesus came to earth,
To show us how to live,
How to put others first,
How to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,
That God sent Him to do;
He took our punishment on Himself;
He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,
Calling angels from above,
But He chose to pay our price for sin;
He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,
But the cross did not destroy
His resurrection on Easter morn
That fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,
Like His, is just a rest.
We'll be forever with Him
In heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,
Think of Him in all we do.
Thank you Savior; Thank you Lord.
Help us love like you!

By Joanna Fuchs
Mom March 3, 2010
 
ALL IS WELL
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All is well - Last-Memories.com

 

Death leaves a heartache No one can heal; Love leaves a memory No one can steal


Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are.
 

 

Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
We enjoyed together.
 

 

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,
Let my name be ever the household word that
It always was.
 

 

Let it be spoken without effort,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
 

 

Why should I be out of mind because I am
Out of sight? I am but waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner .
 

All is well.


                                         AUTHOR  LAST MEMORIES. COM 

Mom February 10, 2010
 
MISSING YOU DEARLY MY SON!
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                                                       MISSING YOU
                
                                I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT...
                                THE SUN STILL RISES AND SETS,
                                 THE MOON AND STARS STILL SHINE,
                            THE FLOWERS STILL BLOOM, THE BIRDS STILL SING.
                                  I EXPECTED A CHANGE IN EVERYTHING
                                            I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT...
                                          IT STILL GETS DARK AND LIGHT,
                                          THE OCEAN STILL HAS WAVES,
                             THE RAIN STILL RAINS, THE WIND STILL BLOWS,
                                          IS IT BECAUSE THEY DO NOT KNOW?
                                           I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT...
                                      I THOUGHT THE WORLD WOULD STOP
                                          WHEN IN MY HOUSE I FOUND
                                        AN EMPTY CHAIR, A MISSING SMILE,
                                      I THOUGHT IT WOULD STOP FOR JUST A WHILE.
                                           I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT...

                                                                                      BY GRETTA VINEY
                                                                                       TCF, YAKIMA, WA  

 
     
MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH February 7, 2010
 
YOU ARE MISSED DEEPLY
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We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds. The days we do not think of you are very hard to find. Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone. And no one knows the heartache as we try to carry on. Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you no one will ever know. Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill. In life we loved you dearly in death we love you still. Unknown



               

       MY ANGEL COME INTO MY DREAMS MORE OFTEN, FOR I NEED YOU SO DEARLY!
       A TIME TO GRIEVE THE LOSS OF A CHILD IS SO UNBEARABLE. HELP ME GOD TO HEAL

                   
To every thing there is a season,and a time to every purpose under the heaven:A time to be born,and a time to die;a time to plant,and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill,and a time to heal;a time to break down,and a time to build up;A time to weep,and a time to laugh;a time to mourn,and a time to dance.A time to cast away stones,and a time to gather stones together;a time to embrace,and a time to refrain from embracing:A time to get,and a time to lose;a time to keep and a time to cast away:A time to rend,and a time to sew;a time to keep silence,and a time to speak: A time to love,and a time to hate;a time of war,and a time of peace.

ECCLESIASTES CHAPTER 3:1-8
Mom January 21, 2010
 
MISSING YOU IS THE PRICE OF LOVING.
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                                              WHILE WAITING FOR THEE

                                            Don't weep at my grave,
                                            For I am not there,
                                            I've a date with a butterfly
                                            To dance in the air.
                                            I'll be singing in the sunshine,
                                            Wild and free,
                                            Playing tag with the wind,
                                            While I'm waiting for thee.

                                                                    AUTHOR UNKNOWN

                                             

I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO HOLD BACK MY TEARS... MY ACHY FEELINGS.




            MAY YOU HEAVENLY LIGHT BURN FOREVER AND BRING YOU COMFORT, PEACE,
             AND HAPPINESS.
Mom January 15, 2010
 
A LOSS OF A CHILD IS THE ULTIMATE PAIN
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    YOU ARE PHYSICALLY FAR AWAY FROM MY LIFE BUT VERY CLOSE TO MY HEART
    FOREVER. HELP ME WALK ALONG MY JOURNEY OF GRIEF, PAIN, AGONY, AND NOSTALGIA.

 
                      PLEASE--- don't ask me if I am over it yet. I will never be "over it."

                      PLEASE--- don't tell me he/she is in a better place. He/she is not here.

                      PLEASE--- don't say "at least he/she is not suffering. " I have not come
                                        to terms with he/she had to suffer at all.

                      PLEASE--- don't tell me you know how I feel, unless you have lost a child.

                      PLEASE--- don't tell me to get with my life. I am still here, you will notice.

                      PLEASE--- don't ask me if I feel better. Bereavement is not a condition 
                                        that "clears up."

                      PLEASE--- don't tell me 'God never makes a mistake. " You mean He did
                                        this on purpose?

                       PLEASE--- don't tell me "at least you had him/her for "so many years."
                                         What year would you choose for your son/daughter to die?

                        PLEASE--- don't tell me God never gives you more than you can bear...
                                         Who decides how much another person can bear?

                                                        PLEASE--- just say you are sorry.

                                                        PLEASE--- just say you remember him/her if you do.

                                                         PLEASE--- just let me talk if I want to.

                                                          PLEASE--- let me cry when I must.

                                                          PLEASE...

                                                                 A COMPASSIONATE FRIEND
                                                                  THE COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS, INC. 

        BEREAVEMENT PARENTS NEED SUPPORT, UNDERSTANDING, HOPE; LOVE, AND FAITH.

                                       
  

               LOVE IS AN UNBEARABLE PAIN... LOVE IS SAD TEARS...
                LOVE IS NOSTALGIA... LOVE IS A LONELY LIFE WITHOUT YOU.
                SO SON, STAY CLOSE TO ME UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, FOR I LOVE YOU...
                I NEED YOU. BE AT PEACE AND HAPPY ETERNALLY.   
Mom January 15, 2010
 
ANGELS OF GOD PROTECT MY SON PATRICK
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 MAY GOD'S ANGELS SHOW YOU A JOURNEY OF LOVE, PEACE, GLORY, AND HAPPINESS.
 MAY GOD'S ANGELS HELP YOU SPREAD YOUR ANGELIC WINGS ON EARTH AND IN HEAVEN.
 YOU ARE FOREVER IN MY HEART... AND EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY'S HEARTS.

                                          
 
The Angels
May angels rest beside your door,
May you hear their voices sing.
May you feel their loving care for you,
May you hear their peace bells ring.
May angels always care for you,
And not let you trip and fall,
May they bear you up on angel's wings,
May they keep you standing tall.
May they whisper wisdom in your ear,
May they touch you when you need,
May they remove from you each trace of fear,
May they keep you from feeling greed.
May they fill you with their presence,
May they show you love untold,
May they always stand beside you
And make you ever bold.
May they teach you what you need to know
About life here and here-after.
May they fill you always with their love
And give you the gift of laughter

                                     AUTHOR UNKNOWN


                                  
                                   ANGELS OF GOD SHOW PATRICK
                                   YOUR ROPES... YOUR VIRTUE.  
 

     

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