Sam Bilbaz

2006 - 2006
LocationSt Helens
Age0
Cause of DeathStill Birth
Date of Birth15/12/2006
Date of Death15/12/2006
Visitors343 since 09/05/2009
Creator

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.


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When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes 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 "Good-bye".

So when a little child departs
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children
and Angels are hard to find.

Little Childrens Garden

December 15, 2009

my darling sam

A million times I've missed you, a million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
To some you are forgotten, to others just part of the past;
but to me who loved and lost you, your love will always last.
It broke my heart to lose you, you didn't go alone,
for my life went with you -sweetheart- the day angels called you home.
For things on earth didn't matter, but now I feel so alone,
My heart will always be broken, my life will never be whole.
We might be parted for awhile, our hearts will always be together
for one day soon we will hold hands again forever.

Elaine Hoban (Mummy)

September 11, 2009
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