Donnagh Riordan

The story of the Four Candles.

The Four Candles burned slowly.
Their ambiance was so soft you could hear them speak...
The first candle said, 'I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep me lit.'
Then Peace's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
The second candle said, 'I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable.'
Then Faith's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
Sadly the third candle spoke, 'I Am Love and I haven't the strength to stay lit any longer.'
'People put me aside and don't understand my importance.
They even forget to love those who are nearest to them.'
And waiting no longer, Love went out completely.
Suddenly...
A child entered the room and saw the three candles no longer burning.
The child began to cry,
'Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end.'
Then the Fourth Candle spoke gently to the little boy,
'Don't be afraid, for I Am Hope, and while I still burn,
we can re-light the other candles.'
With shining eyes, the child took the Candle of Hope
and lit the other three candles.
Never let the Flame of Hope go out.
With Hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be,
Peace, Faith and Love may shine brightly once again.

Author Unknown

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum October 3, 2007

i work at my nursery with babies, i can only imagen what you must have gone through i give my love to the family, your baby is beautiful

Amie (someone who cares) September 27, 2007

i work at my nursery with babies, i can only imagen what you must have gone through i give my love to the family, your baby is beautiful

Amie (someone who cares) September 27, 2007

Ask My Mum How She Is

My Mum, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mum how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my Mum how she is,
She'll say 'I'm alright.'
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?

Ask my Mum how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my Mum how she is,
'I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping.'
For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

I am Here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, 'You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told.

Sent with love xxxx

Bee Baby Harry'S Mummy X (Someone who cares xx) September 16, 2007

FOR A LOST ONE XXXX

JUST A LITTLE CANDLE FOR SUCH A LITTLE CHILD ,I SEND U LOVE TO ALL THE FAMILY WHO IS FEELING THE PAIN ,SO

R.I.P. BABE XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Parveena Xxx (SOME ONE WHO CARES XXXXXXX) September 16, 2007

with love to mom & dad xxxx

Broken Heart That Speaks



I feel more depressed
Each day when I awake
I wish to god you could tell me
There has been a big mistake.

My darling son was taken
From his mothers love
To live with the angels
In heaven up above

I did not have him with me
For the time I should have had
No longer can I hold him
Which makes me very sad?

The pain of losing my son
Shows in every single tear
I spend each day missing you
Longing to have you near

Life for me is lonely now
Without you by my side
My Broken shattered heart
Is very hard to hide

People tell me that time is a healer
That the pain will go away
They don’t understand
That this pain is here to stay

For when you lose a child
There is nothing that can compare
The bond we had at their birth
Will never leave, it’s always there

The love a mother has
Runs so very deep
That love is so special
It’s in her heart to keep

A mother’s heart is broken
She is ripped apart inside
There is a part of her missing
It left when her child died

So please don’t tell me to get over it
For this I can not do
Unless you understand my feelings
And this has happened to you

Only another mother who has lost a child
Can understand my pain
Because the also suffer daily
As the memories of their child remain

We are a band of mothers
Whose hearts will never heal?
For the loss of our children
Is for us, so very real.

Alison Evans (gts friend) September 15, 2007

HEAVEN'S NURSERY

In Heaven there must surely be
A special place, a nursery
Where ' little spirits ' not fully grown
Go to live in their Heavenly home.

The angels must attend with love
Tiny spirits on wings of doves,
The choir of angels must sing lullabies
Maybe quieten their tiny cries.

The Father must come by each day
To cuddle and play in a special way
These tiny spirits left earth too soon
Little ones called home from the womb.

These sparks of life did not perish
But came to the Father's love to cherish,
To grow and be taught in His own arms
Safely away from all earthly harm.

The comforter was sent to earth at once
To the parents who lost their little one
Their hearts so ache, their arms feel empty
The question 'why' seems so tempting.

Then all at once in the midst of tears
There comes a peace that stills the fears
The parents share the Father's own need
To hold their tiny spirit being.

They relinquish their own desperate hold
And release their baby to the Father's fold,
Then comes an angel to whisper the truth
Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit.

Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father
A place that couldn't be filled by another,
Called to be spared from the struggles of earth,
Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.

So Father, whisper words of love from me
To our unborn 'life' in your nursery.

~Author Unknown~

Angela (passer by) September 13, 2007