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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.

                                    
 

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MY PRECIOUS SON, YOU ARE FOREVER IN ME
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                                     COME INTO MY DREAMS

 

                                 Come into my dreams and let me now you are still alive
                                 Even though you are far away but close to me
                                 Come into my dreams and show me you are at peace and happy
                                 Even though I feel you were cheated out of your beautiful life
                                 Come into my dreams and guide me to find peace and my faith
                                 Even though I am skeptical about my healing and journey
                                 Come into my dreams and direct me into that light at the end of the tunnel
                                 For my broken heart and weak faith are yearning for that realism
                                 From my end of so called-life and your glorious life as I have heard, prayed
                                 Because you had a beautiful spirit during your physical life
                                 And in God's hands, you have a tender spirit on your spiritual life
                                 As I  am so happy to be your mother and very content to be greeted
                                 By my angel son, Patrick
                                 Until then, my son be at peace... be near by.

                                                                                        GISELE G BARBOSA

To my loving son, Patrick         
 

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU
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                                            NEEDING YOU

                         BEING YOUR MOTHER WAS A GREAT GIFT FROM GOD
                        RETURNING YOU TO GOD WAS MY WORST NIGHTMARE
                        I DO BELIEVE NOW AS MUCH IT IS PAINING ME
                        GIFT CAN BE TAKING AWAY BEFORE YOU REALIZE IT WAS NOT YOURS TO BEGIN
                        AND IT CAN ONLY HAPPEN WITH LIFE AND DEATH
                        BECAUSE LIFE IS UNSURE AND DEATH IS CERTAINLY SURE
                        TELL ME WHAT IS LIFE, WHAT IS AFTER- LIFE?
                         MY MIND IS REALLY CURIOUS AND FRAGILE ABOUT THESE MYTHS
                         IT TOOK LOOSING A PRECIOUS SON TO WONDER AROUND
                         I AM EAGER TO UNDERSTAND THIS UNIVERSE AND BEYOND FOR MY PAIN
                         BECAUSE I MISS MY SON, MY ANGEL... MY RAINBOW SO DEEPLY.      

                                             
                                                               BE  AT PEACE 


                                                                                                      
GISELE G BARBOSA
TO MY LOVING SON PATRICK

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS EMPTY WITHOUT YOU
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                                      MISSING YOU

 

              PATRICK, I CAN GO AROUND AND AROUND MY EMPTY WORLD
               OR OVER AND OVER MY FEEBLE MIND
              OR DEEPER AND DEEPER MY HEARTACHE UNTIL I  FREEZE
              I WILL STILL COME BACK TO THAT FATED DAY THAT ROBBED ME OF MY SON
              AND TOOK AWAY MY FUTURE...My LIFE... My SOUL
              PERHAPS A CRYSTAL BALL COULD HAVE HELPED ME
              NOT TO TRUST THE ANGEL OF DEATH AND SAVE MY PRECIOUS SON
              BUT I WAS JUST A HELPLESS, POWERLESS, AND INNOCENT VICTIM AS YOU WERE
              I AM STILL HELPLESS, POWERLESS WITH A GREATER LOSS AND ANGUISH
              IN AN EMPTY ROAD SEARCHING FOR ANSWER... FOR HELP... FOR MY SON
              WHOM I MISSED IMMENSELY...AND ALWAYS WILL AND LOVE FOREVER.

                                                                                   
                                                                                                 GISELE G BARBOSA


To my Loving son, PATRICK
              

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND SON
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                                        THINKING OF YOU

              Realizing I had a short time with you, pierces my heart
             Remembering you were growing in my womb, brings me joy
             Knowing I gave birth to you, makes me a very happy and proud mother
             Having you in my life as my son, touches my soul
             Accepting you as my Angel, reassures me I will see you again
             But believing you are not here physically, is the hardest thing for your mother to accept
             Because I love you, miss you so much, and need my son dearly in my life
             Until we meet again, I am so proud to be your mother on Earth and in Heaven.

                                                                                                  GISELE G BARBOSA

To my loving son, Patrick    
                                         

 

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU
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                                                   REMEMBER ME

                       To the living, I am gone
                        To the sorrowful, I will never return
                         To the angry, I was cheated
                         But, to the happy, I am at peace
                          And to the faithful, I have never left
                          I can not speak, but I can listen
                           I can not be seen, but I can be heard
                           So as you stand upon the shore
                            Gazing at the beautiful sea, remember me
                            As you look in awe at a mighty forest
                             And its grand majesty, remember me
                             Remember me in your hearts,
                             In your thoughts, and the memories of the
                              Times we loved, the times we cried, the
                               Battle I fought and the times we laughed
                               For if you always think of me,
                               I will have never gone

                                                                                       AUTHOR UNKNOWN

                            My son, the one thing that separates you and this poem, is the fight
                            You had never believed in fight or violence. You were an angel on earth
                             And today you still are an angel in heaven.

                              With God grace, your life and memories will always be alive and vibrant
                               In this world, my heart, my life, my soul.
                               Be safe, happy, and at peace ETERNALLY.

                               I LOVE YOU DEARLY, my SON     

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS EMPTY WITHOUT YOU
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 THE TWELVE FREEDOMS OF HEALING IN GRIEF

                  1-  You have the freedom to realize your grief in unique.

                  2-   You have the freedom to talk about your grief.

                   3-  You have the freedom to expect to feel a multitude of emotions.

                    4-  You have the freedom to allow for numbness.
                   
                    5-  You have the freedom to be tolerant of your physical and emotional limits.

                    6-  You have the freedom to experience grief attacks or memory embraces.

                     7-  You have the freedom to develop a support system.

                      8-  You have the freedom to make use of ritual.

                      9-  You have the freedom to embrace your spirituality.

                      10-  You have the freedom to allow a search for meaning.

                      11-  You have the freedom to treasure your memories.

                      12-  You have the freedom to move toward your grief and heal.


                                                                                   ALAN WOLFELDT, PHD.       

 
         PATRICK, PART OF ME WENT WITH YOU THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME.
         SINCE THEN I HAVE A HOLE IN MY HEART... I WILL GRIEF MY TREMENDOUS LOSS
         ON MY OWN TERMS  AS I KEEP YOU ALIVE IN MY HEART AND SOUL
         UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.

                                                           I LOVE YOU. BE SAFE AND HAPPY. 

 

MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS EMPTY WITHOUT YOU
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                                                            GRIEF

 

                       Grief is an emotion, not a disease. There is no time table for recovery.
                        But there is also no getting around the pain. Each of us has to experience
                        the pain in order to recover from it...
                        Our hopes and dreams may no longer be possible.
                         We may feel hopeless and want to run away.
                         It takes time and effort to regain the ability to function.
                          We must express our feelings and be patient with ourselves.
                            Grief is a process. Recovery is a decision.
                             Readjustment does not come overnight.
                             But each of us can resolve to survive- one moment at a time.

                                          
                                                                                            AUTHOR UNKNOWN

MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH July 29, 2010
 
MOM IS ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU
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                                                        COME TO ME

 

                                             When I am dead, come to me at my grave,
                                              And the more often the better...
                                              As you spoke to me as I was alive, do so now.
                                               For I am living, and I shall be FOREVER.

                                                                                             ST. SERAFIM Of SAROV 

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH
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              FOREVER ON MY MIND, IN MY HEART!

 

                                    

 

                                     THE PRICE OF LOVE


                    My beautiful baby boy, Patrick was born
                    I was filled with happiness and grace
                    Along the milestones, dreams and hopes filled my heart...
                    My thoughts for my son and his three brothers

                   
Then, Boom! For a second, Patrick's life was shortened.
                    All my hopes and dreams for my son were ceased
                    And I was left with only short memories...
                    And no more pictures of my son to look for
                    For God had called him home and a big part of me went with my son
                    Since then, I wake up with my anger, my disbelief, and great sorrow
                    And through the day, I feel powerless with my anger, my disbelief, great sorrow
                    With my restless nights, I go to bed holding my anger, my disbelief, great sorrow
                    After my body is too drained and numb to feel anything.
                    Since I lost my son, my torturous feelings are my companions into my journey.

                    Though my pain, sorrow, and sad tears are from loosing my son
                    My joy is masking my pain and agony and pretending to live in this world to fit in
                    A world who can never understand my loss... My agony.
                    My son is now in heaven where they say there is no pain, no anger, sorrow
                    While I am here on  earth  full of pain, anger, sorrow, and my sad tears
                    With the deepest grief my weak body, my broken heart and soul can not handle
                    Why me? Why my son, a beautiful heart?
                     When there are evil people, killers, rapists  distroying this earth.

                     About four months ago, I had my four sons
                     And today, I still have my four sons
                     For Patrick still lives in my heart and mind
                     His presence still remains in our home
                     As I have his last pictures scattered in every corner of our home


                     As I know that grief is the greatest pain in our life
                     I also do know now without any doubt the pain of grief I am feeling
                     Is the price of being a mother and loving my son so much
                     I also know I am not afraid of death, the one thing I was so fearful for my sons,
                     Will take me to my son who had never left me
                      For he was always living safe in my heart and mind
                      Until then, I will look for  your visits in my dreams
                      That make me feel alive and happy
                      Until I wake up and begin all over my worst journey... My dreadful life.
   
        
                       

                                                                                                  GISELE G BARBOSA

 Dedicated to my loving son, Patrick


                                                
                                               
                 

                    
          



       
        
                       
                                                 

                                                                                                  GISELE G BARBOSA

 Dedicated to my loving son, Patrick


                                              

MOM MISSES YOU DEEPLY July 29, 2010
 
MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH
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                                            THE BROKEN CHAIN

              We little knew that morning that God
                   Was going to call your name.
                   in life we love you dearly,
               In death we do the same. It broke
               Our hearts to lose you; you did not go
                Alone, for part of us went with you,
                    The day God called you home.
                     You left us peaceful memories;
                      Your love is still our guide.
                And though we cannot see you,
                You are always at our side.
                 Our family chain is broken,
                  And nothing seems the same;
                       But as God calls us
                   One by one, THE CHAIN
                        Will link again.

                                                                       AUTHOR UNKNOWN     

                PATRICK, MY ANGEL, THE CHAIN WILL SURELY LINK AGAIN HAPPILY IN HEAVEN

                 WHEN GOD CALL ME HOME. I AM LOOKING FORWARD FOR THAT REUNION.

                                                     I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU ETERNALLY   


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