Patrick Christian Barbosa

Dearest Mom

When you wonder
the meaning of life and love,
Know that I am with you
Close your eyes and feel me kissing you
in the gentle breeze across your cheek.

When you begin to doubt
that you shall ever see me again,
Quiet your mind and hear me,
I am in the whisper of the heavens,
Speaking of your love.

When you lose your identity,
When you question who you are,

Where you are going...
Open your heart and see me,
I am the twinkle of the stars
Smiling down upon you...
Lighting the path for your journey.

When you awaken each morning,
Not remembering your dreams
But feeling content and serene,
Know that I was with you,
Filling your nights with thoughts of me.

When you linger in the remnant pain,
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar,
Think of me.
Know that I am with you
Touching you through the shared tears
Of a gentle friend easing the pain.

As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky,
As that breathtaking brilliance
awakens your spirit,
Think of our time together...
All too brief...but ever brilliant.

When you are certain of us together,
When you are certain of your destiny,
Know that God created that moment in time
Just for us.

I am with you always.

                             ~Author Unknown~

        Don't think of him as gone away, His journeys just begun,

       Life holds so many faces, this earth is only one.

     Just think of him as resting, from the sorrows and the fears,

   In a place of warmth and comfort, Where there are no days and years.

   Think how he must be wishing that we could know today,

   How nothing but our sadness can really pass away.

   And think of him as living, in the hearts of those he touched... For nothing loved is ever lost And he was loved so much.

                                                              Author Unknown

Remember me

Remember me when flowers bloom

early in the spring,

Remember me on sunny days

in the fun that summer brings.

Remember me in the fall

as you walk through the leaves of gold,

And in the winter - remember me

In the stories that are told.

But most of all remember

each day - right from the start,

I will be forever near

for I live within your heart.

                                       ~unknown Author

                                                           ~ANGEL MOMS~

We have shared our tears and our sorrow.
We have given encouragement to each other -
given hope for a brighter tomorrow.
We share the title of grieving mother.
Some of us lost older daughters or sons,
who we watched grow over the years.
Some have lost their babies before their lives begun,
But no matter the age, we cry the same tears.
We understand each other’s pain,
The bond we share is very strong.
With each other there is no need to explain.
The path we walk is hard and long.
Our children brought us together -
they didn't want us on this journey alone.
They knew we needed each other
to survive the pain of them being gone.
So take my hand my friend.
We may stumble and fall along the way,
but we'll get up and try again
because together we can make it day by day.
We can give each other hope.
We'll create a place where we belong.
Together we will find ways to cope,
because we are Angel Moms and together we are strong!

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end

He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars the house the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider whats true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your lifes actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

                               ~ Linda Ellis

From One Mother Who Lost a Child to Another

My Mom She Tells A Lot Of Lies
She never did before. From now until the day she dies.
She'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth But now it doesn't matter.
I died and went to heaven Her life is all a-shatter.
Ask my Mom how is she. She'll say "Yes I'm fine!"
She wants to beg "Please help me. I can't find that girl of mine!"
Ask my Mom how is she She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth then tell me Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how is she She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling But this cannot be.
For even though you loved me You didn't love as much as she.
She will smile and tell you "It's o.k. God has a plan."
But she will turn away and cry 'Cause she just can't understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh But she is not o.k.
She wants to share the joke with me But it will not be today.
I watch from here in Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace.
Will someone please take care of her And thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better. "Yes I will." she lies.
She knows this will not happen Until the day she dies.
"I was so lucky! I had her all those years!"
(They passed in a minute I shed so many tears.)
Ask my Mom how is she She'll say "Thank you. Good."
She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh how I wish she could.
Ask my Mom how is she "I'm fine I'm well I'm coping."
For God's sake Mom just tell the truth Just say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mom how is she "I'm well I'm good. And you?"
I'll shake my head in Heaven. It simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask how is she She'll lie and say she's fine.
Her carnival is over. She's stepped off the carousel.
But to save you feeling badly She'll say "Thanks all is well."
My Mom she's not gone mad yet. But oh so very nearly.
Don't ask my Mom how is she Ask how is she really.
I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen. Hug her hold her near.
On the day we meet again We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say "You're lucky to get in here Mom
With all the lies you told!"

                                            HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

                       A meeting was held quite far from Earth;

                       "It's time again for another birth."

                       Said the Angels to the Lord above,

                        "This special child will need much love.

                         Her progress may seem very slow.

                        Accomplishments she may not show,

                         And she'll require extra care

                          From the folks she meets way down there.

                           She may not run or laugh or play,

                          Her thoughts may seem quite far away.

                           In many ways she won't adapt,

                             And she'll be known as handicapped.

                            So let's be careful where she's sent,

                              We want her life to be content.

                              Please, Lord, find the parents who

                              will do a special job for you.

                               They will not realize right away

                                 The leading role they're asked to play,

                                   But with this child sent from above

                                  Come stronger faith and richer love.

                               And soon they'll know the privilege given

                                In caring for this gift from Heaven.

                               Their precious charge, so meek and mild,

                                 Is Heaven's very special child.

                               ~John and Edna Massimilla               

"We're alike you and I
And we need each other.
Don't turn away but give me your hand
And for a time we can cease to be strangers.
And become who we truly are,
A family closer than blood.
United by a bond that was forced upon us--
But a bond that can make us stronger,
Still wounded and not sure,
But stronger because our sorrows are shared."
"WE NEED NOT WALK ALONE"
~ By Judy Dickey ~