These are poems that I have found over the years that remind me of Jaleel...
This poem was given to me shortly after Jaleel died and his sister Anitra read it as his funeral.
Just Those Few Weeks
For those few weeks we had you to ourselves,
And that seems too short of time,
To be changed so profoundly,
In those few weeks we came to know you...
And to love you,
You came to trust us with your life,
Oh, what a life I had planned for you!
Just those few weeks when we lost you,
I lost a lifetime of hopes,plans, dreams, and aspirations...
A slice of my future simply vanished overnight,
Just those few weeks,
It wasn't enough time to convince others,
How special and important you were,
How odd, a truly unique son has left us,
oh so soon,
You were just those few weeks our little one,
You darted in and out of our life too quickly,
But it seems that's all the time you needed,
To make our life so much richer-
And give us a small glimpse of eternity.
*We changed a few things in the poem to fit Jaleel.*
What Makes A Mother?
I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God today,
I asked "What makes a Mother?" and I know I heard Him say,
"A Mother has a baby" This we know is true,
"But, God, can you be a Mother When your baby's not with you?",
"Yes, you can" He replied With confidence in His voice,
"I give many women babies When they leave is not their choice,
Some I send for a lifetime And others for a day,
And some I send to feel your womb But there's no need to stay",
"I just don't understand this, God I want my baby here",
He took a breath and cleared His throat And then I saw a tear,
"I wish that I could show you What your child is doing today,
If you could see your child smile With other children and say,
'We go to Earth to learn our lessons Of love and life and fear,
My Mommy loved me oh so much I got to come straight here,
I feel so lucky to have a Mom Who had so much love for me,
I learned my lesson very quickly, My Mommy set me free,
I miss my Mommy oh so much But I visit her each day,
When she goes to sleep, On her pillow's where I lay,
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek And whisper in her ear,
Mommy, don't be sad today I'm your baby and I'm here',
"So you see my dear sweet one Your children are okay,
Your babies are in My home And this is where they'll stay,
They'll wait for you with Me Until our lesson is through,
And on the day that you come home They'll be at the gates for you,
So now you see what makes a Mother It's the feeling in your heart,
It's the love you had so much of Right from the very start,
Though some on Earth may not realize you are a Mother,
Until their time is done,
They'll be up here with Me one day,
And know you're the best one!"
Your A Special Little Spirit
"You're a Special Little Spirit," the all great Master said,
As he gently caressed the curly blond hair of the Little Spirit's Head.
"You need to go to Earth to spend some time, you know,
A place I send most Spirits to be tested, to learn, to grow."
The Little Spirit, in sadness, slowly bowed her head,
And from her eye a tear did steal and down her cheek it shed.
"Don't you fret now little one, I won't let you stay too long,
I'll bring you back to help me here,
You'll hardly know you've been gone.
You're my choicest Little Spirit, you're the apple of my eye."
And he wiped the tear and gently kissed His Little Spirit good-bye.
"I'm back," the Little Spirit whispered,
as she climbed onto her Master's knee,
And the Master said, "I told you, you would not be long away from me."
And then, the Lord, He noticed still another tear welled in her eye.
"Why are you so sad, Little Spirit, whatever should make you cry?"
"I'm glad I'm back," the Spirit said, "but Master you must surely know,
When your angel came to get me, I didn't want to go.
I know you said you needed me and that I'd be gone the shortest while,
But Lord, couldn't I have had a little longer earthly trial?"
The Master let the Little Spirit slip down from His knee,
He firmly took the little hand and said,"Come walk with me."
The Little Spirit and her Lord walked slowly hand in hand,
As the Master explained Her special part in the great and marvelous plan.
"Now Lord, I don't mean to argue, I understand you need me home.
But I left in such a hurry, I left everyone hurting and so alone.
I didn't let my earthly parents know how much I loved them so.
I was much too small to tell them, Lord, how will they ever know?
They feel they've been cheated, and in a way so do I.
Not getting to share any more than we did,
how can I ever tell them why?"
"Little Spirit, I know your heart is heavy with the message you need to share.
But you need not worry anymore,
I'll watch over your loved ones there.
I'll send them loving comfort as a strong and helping hand.
I'll content and give peace to their aching hearts,
so they will understand.
The Little Spirit looked up at her Master and said "Thank you for explaining it to me.
And could you please tell them I'm safe and happy,
and that someday they'll be here with me.
"Yes," said the Lord with a smile and a nod,
"I'll tell them all that I can."
Then the others came to see the Little Spirit,
as the Lord let go of her hand.
He said, "I'll tell them you're pure, as pure as Heaven's Gold,
That I needed the warmth of your perfect soul to keep Heaven from getting cold."
My Little Boy
By: Derek Rempfer
in memory of his son, Ethan
Your little boy cries too much,
My little boy makes no sound,
Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib,
Mine lies cold in the ground,
Your little boy woke up today,
My little boy never will,
Your little boy laughs and plays,
My little boy lies still,
Your little boy makes you proud,
And just as proud am I,
Cause while your little boy is learning to walk,
My little boy can FLY
WE DO NOT NEED A SPECIAL DAY
We do not need a special day To bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think of you Are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake, We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heart ache As we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you No one will ever know.
Our thoughts are always with you, Your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly; In death we love you still.
There will always be a heartache, And often a silent tear.
But always a precious memory Of the days when you were here.
If tears could make a staircase, And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven And bring you home again.
We hold you close within our hearts; And there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives Until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now, And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.
Written by:Connie Dyer BP/USA, Springfield
Can you see the change in me?
It may not be obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I attend family reunions.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry.
When everyone has gone - when it is safe - the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted and can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength and my positive attitude.
But I'm not strong. I feel that I have lost control,
and I panic when I think about tomorrow ... next week ... next month ... next year.
I go about the routine of my job. I complete my assigned tasks. I drink coffee and smile.
You tell me that you're glad to see I'm "over " the death of my loved one.
But I'm not "over " it. If I get over it,
I will be the same as before my loved one died. I will never be the same.
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of losing someone I loved so much,
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbours. You tell me you're so glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock my door and hide from the world.
I spend time with friends. I appear calm and collected.
I smile when appropriate. You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self ".
But I will never be back to my "old self ".
Death and grief have touched my life, and I am forever changed.
My Little Boy
You hold your son in your arms,
I hold mine in my heart.
Your son sleeps snuggly in bed at night,
My son sleeps in the palm of God's hand.
Your son gets boo boos and you comfort his cries,
My son does not know of pain or what it is to be hurt.
You worry about your son while he is not with you,
My son is with me everywhere I go.
Your son laughs and plays at the park,
My son laughs and plays on streets of gold.
Your kisses you with his lips,
My son kisses me with the wind.
Your son will go to school and learn lessons from teachers,
My son learns his lessons from our Heavenly Father.
Your son is learning how to walk,
And my son already knows how to fly.