Samuel Harry Martin Bloomfield

"My Mom is a Survivor"

My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lie awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.


By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 15, 1998

Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child and have somehow survived.

Cheryl Feci October 5, 2009

Roses for my baby

If roses grow in Heaven, Lord,
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my baby's arms
And tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love him,
And when he turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon his cheek
And hold him for awhile.
Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day
But there's a pain within my heart
That will never go away.

(Author Unknown)

Cheryl Feci July 23, 2009

Special Angel Day - by Sam & Gordon Winson

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 heartache
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 would 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.

Joanne Mitchell June 14, 2009

A Birthday In Heaven - Author Unknown

I heard you crying yesterday,
And felt your heart-sent love.
So I’m sending you this message
Now, from Heaven up above.

You’re wondering if I’ll celebrate
My birthday (way up here).
I know you’re missing me today
I feel your essence near.

God planned a special day for me,
He told me with a wink.
He’d ordered me a special cake
(It’s Angel food, I think).

Balloons will fill the streets for me,
They float up through the clouds.
And we have lots of friends up here
That make us laugh out loud.

There is a birthday carousel,
Jewelled horses ride the wind,
With music playing, oh so sweet…
The magic never ends.

I’ve made so many friends, you see
We laugh and play and sing.
We ride our bikes and play the fool
And sleep in Angel’s wings.

But we don’t blow out our candles here
Instead, they light the skies.

Joanne Mitchell May 24, 2009

BIRTHDAY BOY

Happy Birthday to you Happy Bithday to you Happy Birthday dear SAMUEL Happy birthday to you miss you so much sweatheart have fun tomorrow in angel land xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Lynn Burgess (Nana) May 23, 2009

thinking of you tomorrow on mothers day xxx

Dandelions from Heaven
Mothers day is coming And I wanted to send you a sign
something you can tell others; "Is from an angel of mine
So I searched the heavens high and low for that perfect thing....
And low and behold I found it.... And a smile I hope it will bring.

So when you look to the heavens and see the yellow stars in the sky
Just think of me .... your angel... in the heavens way up high
And just imagine those stars; are dandelions up above.
Yes! Dandelions are also in heaven; which you know how much I love.

So on this mothers day and you awake and feel blue....
You will notice those yellow stars... are no longer in view.
So look to the meadows and the dandelions you see...
Are the ones I've tossed down this mothers day from me.

And when you find a dandelion that has turned from yellow to white;
Youre supposed to make a wish and then blow with all your might.
For you will be blowing kisses to me in heaven above....
And I will be catching them and blowing them back sent with all my love.

Please know that l am with you.... on this mothers day....
And also in the days ahead.... God and I will never stray.
We will be with you in the morning ....when you awake and see the sun....
We will be with you when you say your prayers when the day is done.

For God and I will never be very far from your side....
For I can now be everywhere.... and God will be your guide.
So.... remember when you see dandelions it is your guarantee
That I am always close to you.... for dandelions are free to roam ....now just like me.

I will always be with you mummy....
Happy Mothers Day....
Love your angel in heaven.

Anonymous.

I am going away tomorrow for a week but you are always in my thoughts & in my heart xxx

Shelly Gleed (GTS Friend) March 21, 2009

((( Nikki )))
Im Ella-Mae's mummy from Sands.
Sam is so beautiful my heart goes out to you & your family.
All my love,
Shelly xxx

Shelly Gleed (GTS Friend) March 3, 2009

Dear Mr Hallmark

I am writing to you from Heaven, and though it must appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card
A card of love for my Mum, as she's finding it very hard.

There must be some mistake I thought, I saw every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a Mum too, no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.

I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now, I still love my Mum so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,
Memories are our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?

My Mum carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes long into the night
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.

So you see Mr.Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way to remind my Mum of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored, and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.

Thank you Mr.Hallmark, I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do; to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity

Julie Dodsworth January 14, 2009

When you're feeling sad and so very down,
Mommy, please, just look to the ground.
I know people tell you to look to the sky,
But I'm going to tell you exactly why.

When you look down and find that feather,
The one that's smaller and more beautiful than ever,
You'll know that's me sending you one of my wings,
For you to throw back or to keep with your things.

It's just a small reminder that I'm with you in your heart within,
Through the good and bad days and through thick and thin.
There will be days that you might find twenty,
And some days that you might not find any.

But it doesn't matter how many you find in one day,
Because all you have to do is close your eyes and pray.
I'm always with you -- I'm right there in your heart,
So, whenever you need me, remember we aren't apart.

A feather is an answered prayer,
To let you know that I'm there.
Birds do not shed feathers, but angels like I do,
And, Mommy, guess what -- one day you will, too!

I heard you when you told Daddy about them,
It was wonderful because then I could show him.
I could show him that I'm here for him, too,
Whether he's happy, scared, angry, or blue.

God gave me feathers disguised as angel wings,
He said, 'Drop them carefully and watch what they bring.'
And each time I drop one carefully in the right place,
I watch that beautiful smile appear on your face.

So, remember Mommy, every feather you find is from me,
And the only reason I'm sending them is to make you happy.
I'm okay where I am and I'm always watching over you,
And please let Daddy know that I watch over him, too.

One day we will again be together,
And that day might feel like it's taking forever,
So, when you're feeling down or feeling sad,
Look for one of my feathers so you don't feel so bad.

Nikki (Mummy) December 22, 2008

A pair of shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child

Nikki (Mummy) December 6, 2008