Anna of Allenhurst

Anna danced in the wind.
Spinning and twirling with yellow rose petals.
Then fluttered in to the Atlantic.
Dark and choppy; churning white around the rocks.
Gone in an instant that seemed to linger forever.
But still in our hearts.
Now she is at the beach.
On the rocks, in the sea.
Sliding down the dunes,
running on the boardwalk.
Eating an ice cream cone that melts too fast in the summer sun.
Building sand castles that get washed away.
Holding our hands and walking out into the waves.
Floating away, but never really gone.
Because she was never really here.

Written by Anna's Dad

To Our Son

A boy they said, to complete our family
But unfortunately, it just wasn't meant to be

All of our hopes and all of our dreams
Were taken from us, how unfair this seems

You had a serious defect
We couldn't believe it was true
How could this happen to us
Now what are we to do

We cried a lot, we were scared
But how lucky we were to have friends and family who cared

We had so many dreams for our little boy,
We only expected that we would feel joy

We will get through it, I can't imagine how
All I know is I want you here with me right now

We miss you and love you - we think of you often
You are in our hearts forever and will never be forgotten

I long to hold you each and every minute
I just cannot imagine my life without you in it

We had you for such a short while My baby, My son
We are your parents and our job is not done

Your memory lives with us in our hearts
As long as this is so, we will never be apart.

We will meet again, I know this is true
But until then, please know we love and miss you.

For now we will cherish all our memories
Thank you for the privilege to be your Mommy and Daddy

In our lives for but a minute, in our hearts forever.

By Tara for Riley John, December 12, 2002

My Son, My Love

On November 21st an angel came to me
One i loved with all my heart but wasnt meant to be
He was such a little thing so small and pure and nice with his mamma's hair and his daddy's ears... he never opened his eyes
For he had other things to do in heaven up above.
To fly the world on golden wings, and fill all hearts with love

Jennifer, in memory of my sweet Dakota

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