How do you do it? I often hear..
Loud voices or whispers too near.
This road has been a hard one to hoe
My mind is confused which way do I go?
Making it is not an option you see
This is God’s chosen path for me.
I must keep my child’s memory alive
Sometimes that is the only way to survive.
With each memory I share
I let the whole world know that I care.
Each day starts another journey
Without my son and my life before me.
I trudge along remembering with each breath I take
To do what he wanted and try to enjoy life for his sake.
How do I do it? My heart is heavy and ripped in two
I cry all night I whale too, not by choice it’s what you do.
My baby is gone forever out of my sight
He is a star on a moon lit night
I want to sing his baby song to him I wrote when he was born:
“Rock, rock in Daddy’s chair
Can’t you see I am almost there
My eyes are closed, I can’t even peep
While Mommy holds me close and rocks me onto sleep.”
But he’s not here and I will always mourn.
I may look like I am doing ok
I say I am, what else is there to say?
Nobody wants to really hear how I am doing for sure
They’d think I was crazy and needed a cure.
But life does go on and so must I
Not a day goes by that I do not cry.
This torment follows me wherever I go
I put on a happy face so other don’t know.
It is not too deep inside where agony resides
It lingers and tortures me inside.
His memory will be etched in my mind forever and more
But remember you can’t see it’s my heart that’s been torn.
written by Nancy Davis
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POEM
The leaves are falling all around
It lands so gently on the ground.
This is part of God’s plan for the autumn season
The leaves must die for only one reason
New life will begin in the spring
Nature’s birth God will bring.
Our child has died but we don’t know why.
We grieve, we mourn and we cry.
New life arrives everyday
We want the life lost we say.
Just as God has a plan for each season we know
There has to be a direction we should go.
Lost and tormented we wobble along
Searching and looking for where we belong.
Normal is a different word now
It’s not the same it’s astray it’s fowl.
What do we do where do we go?
We know for sure, we don’t know.
Our hearts are heavy a ridden with sorrow
Only to wake up and start a new tomorrow.
The same thing goes on in our hearts
We mourn, we grieve for the one who did depart.
In circles round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows.
When does it end, this agony and pain
We’re on our knees praying to stay sane.
Seasons come and seasons go, it will never end
So too I believe is our sorrow blowing in the wind
Whirling around with no control in sight
Will it stop will life ever be bright?
written by Nancy Davis
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DUSTIN’S POEM
You were not only my son but my friend
I sure miss you since your life her has come to an end.
You were loved by many as you can see
I take comfort in that since this is what had to be
I do miss you
I miss your smell, touch, laughter and face
There will no one to take your place.
I can’t believe you got out of cleaning your room
Once again I guess I will do it, just not anytime soon
You were once our miracle and now our angel
Watch over us for now you can tell
I will have to learn to do many things myself
Like open and jar or level a shelf
I know at this time you are by Luke’s side
Hold onto him, comfort him and see him thru this tide
The last words you said to me
Have been etched into my memory
“Mom, Luke and I are goin fishin, Love ya”
Love you too honey.”
We miss you.
written by Nancy Davis
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GRAVESIDE POEM, AUTHOR UNKNOWN
“I’M FREE”
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free;
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ay yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow;
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s bee full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hear and share with me;
God wanted me now, He set me free.
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TREE DEDICATION POEM
How appropriate that we are planting this tree for you
You climbed them, sat against then, shot at them and even used hatchet too.
Your favorite place At Grandma’s was a quiet place to be
You were surrounded by peace as you sat against a tree.
How many times did I worry when you’d say, “Mommy can I go higher to that branch?”
Up you would go you took the chance.
I remember Grandma telling me, “You won’t believe this one.”
You shot all the branches off one side of her tree because it was fun.
Next thing you know you had your hatchet out and ready
You chopped and slithered that poor trunk until it was unsteady.
That tree still stands proud and tall
The reason is you planted it after all
You loved the wood for hunting coon and deer
You’d walk and walk both far and near
This is just a few lines from the pages of my memory and they will have to do
As we gather to dedicate this tree to you.
You know how I am with plants and things
My thumb is not green so take it under your wings
We miss you but we also feel you near
My heart aches wishing you were here
Tree grow and thrive
You will remind us that in our mind Dusty is still alive.
written by Nancy Davis
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When we first bought this house we thought it was small
Without you in it, it seems huge after all.
Each room and every corner is so empty
No laughter, no music, no sunshine do you see.
I tried to change things around thought it would help
Memories still linger with every picture and shelf.
If I listen closely in a room I cannot find, I can hear your voice
But you’re not there it’s a dream…my only choice.
My sweet Dustin I miss you so much being here with me
Again no choice this is how things must be.
A hundred times I have asked why, why, why?
Then I have to remember as I take a long sigh.
This was not your choice either, I need to understand
You didn’t leave me, you only took God’s hand.
written by Nancy Davis
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