Leesburg Chapter June 2009 Thank You for your Love Gift Susanne and Robert Hale, in loving memory
of their son, Matthew Harrington Hale
A Mother is Chosen
By Gretchen Reeder, Jeremy’s Grandmother
Written the date of Jeremy’s death, 8/12
What can be done with this poor little flower?
Too hurt for long but someone must tend him,
He cannot be cast out to wilt in an hour
When sunshine and love have the power to mend him.
Someday quite soon a heavenly mother
Will cradle him in the completeness of bliss,
But for now he needs the arms of another,
Someone to cherish him by touch and kiss.
Someone to bathe, to soothe, and to hold him,
Someone for solace in the dark of the night,
When pain and exhaustion and sorrow enfold him,
Someone needs offer a glimmer of light.
And so one is chosen to aid in a rescue,
To share in an agony, suffering with him.
And who is this someone, none other than you,
To love to the last as vision grows dim,
To stay to the end, to fill a need
And never give thought to what might be left.
To give and to give and never once heed,
That saying goodbye means being bereft.
But that little flower, so sad and so torn,
Whose passing has left all empty the room,
That little heart is now newly born,
For you it has blossomed to eternal bloom.
Editors Note: Thank you for sharing your personal poems,
articles or thoughts about your child, sibling or grandchild.
Please send your original work to:
theresaheitz@verizon.net.
Thank you, Theresa Heitz, Leesburg Editor
Father’s Day is approaching. Mother’s Day has passed. Both
holidays are bittersweet for the bereaved parent. Over the
years, I have found many more articles about mothers than
those about fathers. Here is one for Fathers.
Men Don’t Cry
I heard quite often, “Men don’t cry”
Though no one ever told me why.
So when I fell and skinned my knee
No one came to comfort me.
And as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry and have no shame.
I cannot play that “big boy” game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take its course.
~Den Falk, TCF, Mesa County, CO
The Last Thing on my Mind
I want to hear him call my name
And see his face and end this pain
His big bright smile His bushy beard
The shadow he cast as he drew near
I want to hear his big feet thump
And watch him play and see him jump
Lord, give me peace and see me through
Until we all can be with you.
~Rob Desso, Jon’s Dad, Watkinsville, GA
There Will Come A Time
There will come a time when you first awake,
The first thought you have won’t be “he died.”
You’ll pour your coffee and drive to work.
You’ll pause and sigh. You’ll remember him.
Your heart won’t race, your eyes won’t tear.
You’re on your way. There will come a time.
~Theresa Heitz, in loving memory of my son, Adam who
was born on June 24. He died at age 21.
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