KatieMac81's Journal

Love Me Enough To Let Go

Your hearts are breaking - I know: I can tell
Because you're my parents and I know you so well
As hard as this is, there's something I need to say
I don't want to linger, don't beg me to stay
Keeping me here only gets in my way
Prevents me from being where I want to be
Out of this body and finally pain free
Living with God is my ultimate goal
By taking me home He is making me whole
The only thing holding me back, Mom and Dad
Is thinking of you and the good times we had
You fought for me when no one else could
Refused to give up when others told you you should
You packed a whole lifetime of love in (two) years
Gave me strength to handle all of my fears
Showered me with courage - you said - "It's a loan"
While secretly hiding tears of your own
You've done everything I needed - I couldn't ask for much more
Please love me enough to help me pass through that door
I know you are sad - and it doesn't seem fair
But the time has come to put me in God's care
Since I started the job I was sent here to do
And planted a seed now residing in you
I'm sure I can trust you to carry my load
Please love me enough - enough to let go

- Kathy McElhinny

My Little Angel

Sometimes angels aren't covered in light
Sometimes angels aren't always right
Sometimes angels don't have wings
But nothing compares with the love they bring

My little angel isn't very tall
My little angel hasn't said a word at all
But there's nothing like the sound I hear
When my little angel is drawing near

When my little angel comes around
I feel I can fly, and I'm leaving the ground
All I hear are the beating wings
Baby's cries, but no other things

My little angel sleeps all day
But when he's in my arms, there's nothing to say
His halo is a cow-lick of soft, golden hair
He can't work miracles, but I don't care

My little angel can't walk or talk
But time flies fast, and you race the clock
My little angel won't be little for long
But my angel will never be gone

- Author Unknown

Slow slow children...
Run the race.

Our special children try to pace all they do, all they feel,
to learn to live to become real.

First she tries to count to ten.
Then, she stops and tries, again.
One has learned to lift a spoon.
A task that equals men on the moon.
Another has learned to say a word.
A better sound has not been heard.
And it was he that learned to play
and work with others throughout the day.
With patience and love, he will try
to care for himself, and to get by.

Slow slow children...
How they grow!
Our special children...
What they know!
To love. To give.
For us to live.

- Eleanora N. Gambino, June 26, 1973

Little Angels

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above
we mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with, the death of one small child
who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold
so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
to make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, still somehow we must try
the saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children, "Angels Are Hard To Find."

- Author Unknown

Growing Pains

My Precious little girl
How my heart ached for you today
when you tried to play with the children.
You sought to win them over with your sunshine smile.
Your sparkling blue eyes expressing the words
your lips are unable to form.
You couldn't understand when your gestures of friendship
were not reciprocated.
I saw your attempts to join in their games - games they played with your toys
which you shared without hesitation.
You stood by on the sidelines watching intently, enthralled with their
every word and action.
When one child fell and began to cry,
you were the one who ran to give her comfort
deeply concerned about her well-being.
And when the children left
you were saddened to see them go.
I cradled you in the safety of my arms until you smiled again.

- Juby Shapiro

It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three,
but will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
you'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
and from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labour vain,
nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?

I fancied that I heard them say: Dear Lord, thy will be done!
For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,
and for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;
but shall the angels call for her much sooner than we've planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

- Edgar A. Guest

 Finally my own Poem for my Linabell ~

Oh Baby of mine, I knew from the moment I held you, stars light up
in heaven as  you're eyes softly gazed with mine.

The Doctors told me There was complications with you in my womb, but angels
voices stood up for you, those angels led me to you.

 Oh Baby of mine so special so bright, but to other's not all is right.

 Oh Baby of mine  I once longed for the day the doctors would say, here is a pill, she will be just right. But as we grew together I knew you were always okay.

 Oh Baby of mine to me so perfect and fine,  those silly Doctors  what do they know, so what if there is a problem with your genetic code. You still laugh, learn, love, and live, and with some extra help you grow. So you are not the "norm"  and you get frustraited when you see how easy it is for others to thrive, and you have to sturggle with everything inside.

 Oh Baby of mine, for every tear you shed I have shed one too, and for every triumphant milestone you're family celebrates eagerly with you.

 We love you so much our little Baby of mine, you're the rock that we lean too for emapthy, knowledge, and love, of man kind.

 Oh Baby of mine, We are so blessed to have you lead as the Big little sister,
the angel with wise eyes. We wouldn't ever change a thing my sweet little Baby of mine.

 Oh Baby of mine always be true to thyself, and don't worry about how others look, and sometimes stare, point, and curely joke always know You are a very special individual with you're own unique code.  

 Oh Baby of mine I knew from the moment I held you stars lit up in heaven as your eyes softly gazed  at mine.                                                                                                  

   To Caroline with love,   Love Mommy   ( Katie Mac )