[tri-wings] Re: poems- long attachment

Here are the poems:  
Playland in Paradise 
Where do small children soar on winged rocking  horses, 
and play hopscotch from cloud to  cloud? 
Where do sweet babies sleep in great great grandfathers'  arms, 
and never once make a tearful  sound? 
Where do adventurous toddlers explore without ever a  fall, 
without ever a forbidding "no  no", 
Where nothing can hurt and nothing can  break, 
and nothing's too high or "just for  show". 
Where picture-filled storybooks stand row upon  row, 
with no shelves to straighten or  dust, 
And thousands of aunties and uncles and grandmas read  endlessly, 
never impatient or rushed. 
Where there's never new teeth, nor ones to be  pulled, 
no sick tummies, scraped elbows or  knees, 
No big scary dogs to growl or to  bite, 
and no stings from buzzing bumble  bees. 
No nap-time, no spankings, and no lima  beans, 
no "boo boos", no "uh oh's", no  tears, 
Just tiny faces wreathed in smiles, high-pitched squeals  and happy giggles. 
and unbound excitement as their favorite time  nears. 
Storyhour's at hand, and as the Storyteller  stands, 
amidst all of their laughter and  joy, 
Little feet scamper to feel His  touch 
as He embraces each young girl and boy.   
After kissing each tiny saint, He sits down among  them, 
placing a child upon each  knee, 
And, softly, the Storyteller begins His story with the  precious words 
"Let the little children come unto me."   
by Rebecca Anne Obregon 
©1995 reprinted with  permission. 
In loving memory of Hannah Marie Romens, my niece and  goddaughter, and of 
all children, born and unborn, who've made only short visits  here before being 
called home to "play." Dedicated to all families who have  their own 'little 
saints" in Paradise's Playland. Talk to them; they hear you,  pray for you, 
love you, and await your reunion. 
"Give a gift of healing...to yourself or a loved one  who's suffered the loss 
of a child. Please call Rebecca at (914) 576-1013 or  write to 345 Mayflower 
Ave # 4H, New Rochelle, NY 10801 to obtain beautifully  illustrated prints of 
"Playland in Paradise"  
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I'll Hold You in Heaven 
The months have passed, 
the pain has dulled a  little. 
But your memory is still so strong.   
Though we hugged only thru  my 
bulging belly, I loved you. 
I recall patting you, touching you,   
holding you, as you were safe inside  me. 
My mind still thinks of you  hourly; 
still I think, "did this really happen?   
Did my baby really die?  
Surely it's just a bad  dream!" 
But it did happen, and now  you 
impact everything I do and say and  think. 
Never has anyone so deeply impacted my life.   
Never have I been so aware of others'  pain. 
You gave me a gift in your life and death,   
of compassion, understanding and   
patience with others who are hurting,   
and for that I thank our Sovereign  God. 
You gave me closer friends and new friends,   
and new insights into the Lord's  ways. 
So out of all my pain and  heartache 
some good has come. 
I now find some comfort in knowing. . .   
I'll hold you in heaven!  
Jill L.  
Momma of Clara Anna  
Stillborn July 4, 1995  
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I am still his mother 
In a baby castle, just beyond my  eye 
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot  buy. 
Who am I to wish him back into this world of  strife? 
No, play on my baby, you have eternal  life. 
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my  eyes, 
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my  side. 
His little hands caress me so tenderly and  sweet, 
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace  him 
in my sleep 
No I have a treasure I rate above all  other, 
I have known true glory ~ I am still his  mother. 
(Author  Unknown)
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