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| Christopher's Heaven on Earth | |||||||||||||||||
| Christopher | Innocent Angel | ||||||||||||||||
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Christopher Charles... His unknown touch Went into Jesus hands June 1993 Softly searching my despair, To understand the loss we share, The loss of a child gone to eternity, Our loving son our destiney, How do you explain the loss of a twin? For our daughter Jessica he lives within, A strong heart and a loving smile, He gave his life for his sister our child, Our little world god’s loving grace, Forever in our lives Christopher has his place, I’ll never know his loving touch, A baby that I loved so much, I’ll never see that little boy smile, To watch him play football or run the last mile, I’ll never dress a child in blue, Or see him find a love that is true, Chaperone his first dance, And watch him smile at last glance, I will never hear the phrase “Mommies little boy” Never watch him grow up his life to enjoy, He will never hear him say mom...mom...mom.. I loved the thought of having a son, For as quickly those words erased, My world fell into God’s Grace, Into the emptiness of my life I fell, Into my own private world my own hell!! As I witnessed Jessica’s life so gentle and fair, I knew that my son would forever live there, What would he look like? His mom or his dad..... We will never know his loving face, As he left to Jesus and a better place. |
A small little child with eyes full of love, Watching and praying from up above, An innocent angel washed away, Leaving me lonely for my son as I pray, My perfect little baby never saw the first day light, Never awoke to the arms of his mother, The arms to hold him tight, He left my body to go to Jesus early that spring day, Born to God a tiny child, My son, my soul, my life, January 5th that special day day the day he was to be born, And a day I forever mourn, This January he would be six years old, Running, playing, hoping, dreaming, a story left untold, He holds a place in Jesus life, As and angel within heaven, a very special place, Athough I never held him, Never ever said goodbye, I love him more each and every day, I stop to whisper and I cry, Our home still has an emptiness only Our son could fill, A void to fill his fathers life with promises of love, I search into the sky above, My son, my life, my love By Christine 5-13-99 | ||||||||||||||||
| The Devestation of Losing A Twin | |||||||||||||||||
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In June of 1993 my beautiful son and the twin of our first child Jessica Kailee went to heaven to be with Jesus at 4.5 months gestation. I was 18 so young and unsure of the world around me and now with three daughters it has hit me like a bomb shell. I can not explain the devestation of losing a child, but I can explain the fears that I have to face in the future as I explain to my now 5 year old child about the brother who grew with her, bonded with her and gave his life for her to be born. What devestation will her future hold as the questions of his death flood in? Will she be lonely, will her world be empty? Will she yearn to touch, grow and love the brother that god has taken away? Life is just too precious to wonder why. | |||||||||||||||||
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