When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People disappear, but they never relly go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.

--Ashley

STILLBORN
I carried you in hope,
the long nine months of my term,
remembered that close hour when we made you,
often felt you kick and move
as slowly you grew within me,
wondered what you would look like
when your wet head emerged,
girl or boy, and at what glad moment
I should hear your birth cry,
and I welcoming you
with all you needed of warmth and food;
we had a home waiting for you.
After my strong labourings,
seat cold on my limbs,
my small cries merging with the summer air,
you came. You did not cry.
You did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
it seems you birth had no meaning,
or had you rejected us?
They will say that you did not live,
register you as stillborn.
But you lived for me all that time
in the dark chamber of my womb,
and when I think of you now,
perfect in your little death,
I kow that for me you are born still;
I shall carry you with me forever,
my child, you were always mine,
you are mine now.
Death and life are the same mysteries.

--Leonard Clark

IF I COULD TAKE A MINUTE
If I could take a minute out of each
and every day,
To hold my child close to my heart
and kiss his fears away.
If I could take a minute out of each
and every week,
To play with blocks and peek-a-boo,
tag or hide and seek.

If I could take a minute of any span of time,
I'd never waste a second of the
pleasures that were mine.
If he could crawl upon my knee and
lay his sleepy head,
upon my shoulder tenderly and dream
of gingerbread.

I'd spend my time in total bliss
and watch my small son grow,
from babyhood to childhood, knowing
all there is to know.
If I could stop my aching heart and put my mind asleep,
If I could stop the flow of tears that are always on my cheek.

I only need a minute, Lord, I know he's
safe with you,
But there's something real important
that I had no time to do.
If you could do it for me, Lord, here's
a message he should know,
tell him that I Love Him, and then I'll let
him go.

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