About me
Hello my name is Cherie my partner is Trevor we have free children Danielle .Kieran .Olivia.
We lost are Angel.
that we so longed for full term in my pregnancy i gave birth to olivia saffron shania stewart,
she was perfect and beautiful weighing 9lb 3oz.
'An angel in the book of life wrote down our baby's birth
and whispered as she closed the book
too beautiful for earth'
.we lost are third child olivia
16th April 2008.we have no known cause to are baby death.we have a daugher at 20 and a son at 14.
Angel wonders
You come and stand before my stone
And seek a sign you’re not alone,
That I haven’t left your side and flown
into the endless sky.
But when the sun shines warm and bright,
And embraces all with burning light,
And the moon rests lonely, out of sight
Do you doubt that night exists?
Or when you’re walking in a country scene
A patchwork quilt of varied green,
Of hedge and field, so calm, serene
Do you doubt the sea roars loud?
And when you see the flowers dance
A gentle waltz in summer trance
Though you cannot see what makes them prance
Do you doubt the wind blows strong?
So why is it, you doubt I’m near
And long for signs to ease your fear
That I have flown this mortal sphere
And won’t return to you?
It’s true that though I’m out of sight,
I’m with you every day and night,
Your thoughts hold onto me so tight
I’m anchored to your soul.
And when you laugh, I fly up high
A kite that soars into the sky
But when you lie in bed and cry
It’s me that wipes your tears.
The signs you seek, you do not need
I am in you; I’ll never leave,
Your life goes on, you mustn’t grieve
Because this angel’s flying high.
PLEASE, don't ask me if I'm over it yet,
I'll never be over it
PLEASE, don't tell me she's in a better place,
she isn't here with me
PLEASE, don't say at least she isn't suffering
I haven't come to terms with why she had to suffer at all.
PLEASE, don't tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE, don't ask me if I feel better
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
Please don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.
PLEASE, just say you are sorry.
PLEASE, just say you remember my child if you do.
PLEASE, just let me talk about my child.
PLEASE, mention Olivia's name.
PLEASE, just let me cry.
Another lovely poem sent to me:
Ask My Mum How She Is...
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mum how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mum how she is,
She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night ?
Ask my Mum how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mum how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.
I am Here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told!"
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