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The loss of a child, the hurt, the pain
The desire to hold them, in those that remain.
Moms’ fear of life, every child she sees
Belief in God, time spent on her knees.

Wondering always, does anyone care?
Who cares for them now when I should be there?
In reflections of others, my child I see
But alas I realize their mommy’s not me.

I see them at times as they play in the breeze,
The laughter, the crying and scrapes on their knees.
The growing up years, that first love,
The first broken heart, and what should be done.

But realizing now it cannot be changed
My faith in life, love, and kindness the same.
As I picture my baby in Gods loving arms
Its then that I know, there should be no alarm.

For it’s now that I know my child’s in God’s hands
As he tells them how much that there Mommy loves them.
As we cross in to heaven, fields of flowers that grow,
Mommy’s baby will hand her “that first yellow rose.”

Elwood (Woody) McDaniel
October 4, 2001
Copyright
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That First Yellow Rose

Contributed by WoodyMc44 on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 07:21:06 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



“That First Yellow Rose”

The loss of a child, the hurt, the pain
The desire to hold them, in those that remain.
Moms’ fear of life, every child she sees
Belief in God, time spent on her knees.

Wondering always, does anyone care?
Who cares for them now when I should be there?
In reflections of others, my child I see
But alas I realize their mommy’s not me.

I see them at times as they play in the breeze,
The laughter, the crying and scrapes on their knees.
The growing up years, that first love,
The first broken heart, and what should be done.

But realizing now it cannot be changed
My faith in life, love, and kindness the same.
As I picture my baby in Gods loving arms
Its then that I know, there should be no alarm.

For it’s now that I know my child’s in God’s hands
As he tells them how much that there Mommy loves them.
As we cross in to heaven, fields of flowers that grow,
Mommy’s baby will hand her “that first yellow rose.”

Elwood (Woody) McDaniel
October 4, 2001
Copyright




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Re: That First Yellow Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by WinterFawn on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 07:44:06 AM AEST
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I can't even begin to fathom the pain of losing a child...this touched me very deeply. Very beautifully composed.

WinterFawn


Re: That First Yellow Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by paula_kay23 on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 08:56:05 AM AEST
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such a lovely poem, theres no greater love than that between a mother and her child.
hope you have more from where that came fromxx


Re: That First Yellow Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 09:41:45 AM AEST
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Very touching poem. I bet this could be an extreme tragegy......but we all lose for a reason.! Reasons unknown and not clear! Thanks for the share


Re: That First Yellow Rose (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 08:07:28 PM AEST
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OMG!! Been there...done that.... still feel the pain... feelings relived just recently...
Touching write....
*Tears*...
Jenni...




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