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Memorial created 01-26-2005 by
Terrie Whiteman
Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002

The Stockings Were Hung
by Lyndie Sorenson

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
But one special stocking was no longer there
All that was left were the memories bittersweet
Of a life that had ended so incomplete

The family had pictures all gathered around
That sometimes made all of them tear up and frown
For the sorrow and sadness without their sweet child
Made it difficult for the whole family to smile

Although there were times when they felt him(her) so close
As if they were feeling some kind of a ghost
The signs that were sent were so special and clear
That they felt that he(she) truly was so very near

They often would talk to him(her) as if he(she) was there
Sometimes they would smile but also shed tears
For each Christmas that came brought with it such pain
That they felt in their hearts would always remain

Then one special moment on one special day
He(She) came to them and simply took them away
To fly through the heavens and up to the stars
A beautiful place that was not very far

He(She) showed them where they would all join once again
A place full of beauty no sorrow or pain
A place where he(she) is happy with heavenly friends
A place where we too will also ascend

After their amazing visit was through
This family was no longer terribly blue
For they finally realized one day not to far
They would all be together on a heavenly star

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie Sorenson
December 2006
 

 

Poem) Dear Santa

.....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

What I want for Christmas
I think I know I'll never get.
But I'm gonna ask you anyway
Because I figure....What the Heck!!!!

Please bring back my son to me.
How about for Christmas Eve?
And let me know within my heart
That he'll never ever leave.

But if you can't for Christmas Eve
How about for Christmas Day?
Have him waiting by the tree
Early morn as I awake.

I know the gifts you usually bring
Are toys, and clothes, and such.
But please bring me this Christmas gift.
This gift I need so very much.

But wait.... before you do that
You will need to ask my son
If he wants to leave behind
His wonderful heavenly home.

He has found a special place
Where he never has to hurt.
The only thing about this place...
It's too far away from earth.

I know you've probably met him
And I'm sure he's doing great
There with all the angels.
There beyond that gate.

So on second thought I ask
Not to bring him home to me.
It's not fair to ease my pain
By taking his eternity.

But can't we go to where he is
And travel far beyond the moon.
I'll hitch a ride upon your sleigh.
I won't take up too much room.

We'll soar the stars and galaxies.
Then soar above the sky.
I wonder if they'll let me in
Even though I didn't die?

Oh gosh,.... another problem!
I can't yet be with my son
Even if you take me there
... my time here isn't done.

All the things I really want
I know I just can't have.
So I'll hold on to the memories
Of his face, his love, his laugh.

What I want for Christmas
Is what I know I'll never get.
But I thought I'd ask you anyway
Because I figured.... What the heck!!

© 2003 - Christine Ross
 

 

ALL THE GIFTS I CAN NEVER GIVE

....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

I find myself wandering through the mall.
Christmas past I want to relive.
Tears fall from my eyes as I gaze upon.....
All the gifts I can never give.

Allured by the scent of his favorite cologne.
Beckoned by sounds from a music store.
I needlessly search for that card "To My Son",
Longing for Christmas with him just once more.

There are so many things I would give him...
The warmth of a hug and a smile.
I would give him that one last "I love you".
Then we'd sit and we'd talk for awhile.

I'd give him the strength to overcome death
That found haven in his room.
I would be there when he needed me most.
Perhaps he wouldn't leave so soon.

The gift of time for a long goodbye,
Something I desperately wish I could do.
I would tell him how deeply I miss him,
How his absence makes Christmas so blue.

But the music and hugs can't be given,
Nor time for talks or long good-byes.
For my son has gone, he'll never return.
He dwells with angels up in the sky.

So this year I'll wrap up my memories,
Those of a happier Christmas lived.
I'll place them beneath the Christmas tree with.....
All the gifts I can never give.

© 2001 - Christine Ross
 

 

So this is Christmas...
again without you
My hearts badly broken...
so what can I do?
So this is Christmas...
Another long year
Of heartache and sorrow...
and millions of tears
So this is Christmas...
It hurts to my soul
To be left without you...
It's left a huge hole
So this is Christmas
Lights everywhere
Snowflakes are falling
Why aren't you here?
So this is Christmas
I'll place on my mask
Pretending is painful...
It's more like a task
A very Merry Christmas....
to all who are here
To those of us missing....
It's a hard time of year

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie
Copyright©December 2008
 

 

Dear Santa can you see me
with tears upon my face
A heart so badly broken
missing his embrace

As I write this letter
to express my only wish
Dear Santa please remember
only one gift on my list

His smile and his laughter
His hugs and kisses too
Dear Santa I am pleading
To make my wish come true

I haven't been quite perfect
I've tried the best I can
but seeing you are Santa...
you might just change the plan

Each day I wake to sorrow
Pain that I can't flee
Dear Santa I am asking
Could you bring him back to me?

It's been so many years now...
sometimes as if he was a dream
Dear Santa please consider...
changing this life theme

Dear Santa could you find it...
within your kind warm heart
To bring him home for Christmas...
so we are not apart?

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie
© December 2007 revised 2008

 

 


Little Angel, busy angels
Dressed in heavenly style
In the air there's
A feeling of sadness.

Children dying,
Parents crying,
Trying hard just to smile,
And at every child's headstone you'll hear:

Christmas tears, Christmas tears
It's Christmas time and we're lonely.
Parents dream, hear them scream:
Please come back home Christmas day.

Angel halos, pretty halos
Blink a bright red and green
As the parents rush home
To their memories.

Hear the moms cry
See the dads try
Not to make a big scene
And above all the bustle you'll hear:

Christmas tears, Christmas tears
It's Christmas time and we're lonely
Parents dream, hear them scream:
Please come back home Christmas day.

© 2006 - Christine Ross

 

 

This Year for Christmas I Want...
By Donna Mae Scuncio

>This year I want no tinsel,
>no Christmas tree with lights.
>I want no cups of eggnog
>no singing Silent Night.
>
>No hassled holiday shopping
>no presents with pretty bows.
>I want no Christmas carols
>or Santa's Ho Ho Ho's.
>
>No snowy horse drawn sleigh rides
>or busy city streets.
>No wishful window shopping
>or chocolate candy treats
>
>I don't want Christmas cookies,
>no candy canes or cake.
>Not even being good
>just for goodness sake.
>
>No brightly colored paper
>no bargains,deals or sales.
>I don't want roasted chestnuts
>or even that grinch that steals.
>
>I want no Christmas plays
>with stories that they tell.
>No TV commercials
>and all the junk they sell.
>
>I don't want reindeer prancing
>or a jingling Christmas bell.
>I need no Christmas cards
>that wishes all is well.
>
>This year I wish for peace
>for those that I hold dear,
>in the spirit of the season
>and throughout the year.
>
>The warmth of friends and family,
>fond memories for all to share.
>Spending time together
>That's what I want this year.
>
>This year I wish for you,
>that with me you could be.
>My dear sweet child of mine
>that's what I want for me.
>
>
>Donna Mae Scuncio
>December,2003
 

 

Chrismas bells are ringing,
at every corner store,
Pretty lights are gleaming,
like all the years before,
But the light that used to shine in me
And bring me joy and cheer
Has gone away for good in seems
now that you aren't here
All the words of the christmas songs
I used to love to sing
They used to make me happy,
Now sorrow is all they bring.
Everything reminds me,
That you have gone away.
It hurts too much remembering,
Those happy Chrismas days.
Maybe someday I'll smile again,
Maybe I'll even sing.
Maybe I'll feel like joining in,
When I hear caroling.
Maybe I'll look at the picutres
Of Christmases past with you,
And Thank God for the memories
And the time I spent with you.
Maybe that will happen someday,
But it won't happen this year.
I will go through the motions,
But I'll feel no holiday cheer.
I'll smile on the outside,
Like everyone wants me to,
But inside I'll be crying,
My heart will be yearning for you.
I hope your Christmas in Heaven,
is full of peace and love
And if I listen very close,
Can you give me a sign from above?
Just a little something,
To let me know you're ok,
And that even though you're gone,
You're not so far away.
                   Written by Nancy Thomason, for Matthew, my beloved son


 
 

WINTERSONG
The lake is frozen over
The trees are white with snow
And all around
Reminders of you
Are everywhere I go

It's late and morning's in no hurry
But sleep won't set me free
I lie awake and try to recall
How your body felt beside me
When silence gets too hard to handle
And the night too long

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Oh I miss you now, my love
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas, my love

Sense of joy fills the air
And I daydream and I stare
Up at the tree and I see
Your star up there

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by
 

Author Unknown/ submitted by Lori Johnson

 

 

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