When I lost my child, the earth ceased to spin.
The moon will not rise, the tide won’t come in.
The sun insists on having its way,
Blasting its rays and rising each day.
Another day comes, my child is not here;
Another day comes, I live my worst fear.
Each morning I wake with the same painful thought;

I have not turned my back on you,
So there is no need to cry.
I'm watching you from Heaven,
Just beyond the morning sky.

I've seen you almost fall apart,

Ask my Mom how she is . . .
My Mom, she tells lies
She never did before.
From now until she dies,
she'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mom how she is,

Ask my Mom how she is . . .
My Mom, she tells lies
She never did before.
From now until she dies,
she'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mom how she is,

These poems are a selection from “ In Search of Silence” a collection of 45 poems by Chris Roe. The poems take you on a Personal Journey in search of Spiritual Peace. Poems of Love, Hope and Peace. This collection of work is available online at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk

There will come a day
When you would have lived your life
All the way through.
Mine long gone.
And peace will descend then.
Such a great peace, like a breath

You asked, “How are you doing?”
As I told you, tears came to my eyes…
and you looked away
and quickly began to talk again.
All the attention you had give me drained away.

And what does it mean to mourn? I asked.
And a wise elder stepped forward and said:

To mourn is to be given a second heart.
It is to care so deeply that you show your ache in person.

To mourn is to be unashamed of tears.

Thirteen years ago she'd brought him home,
this child who'd never had a home.
Nights, she tied her wrist to his
with a satin ribbon so he could sleep,
as if she could repair the dark

There is a special Angel in Heaven
that is a part of me.
It is not where I wanted him
but where God wanted him to be.

he was here but just a moment
like a night time shooting star.

I thought I'd share a song I wrote for my son...
David was a Gulf War vet who died as a result of Gulf War Illness which he suffered with for 13 years...he was 36.

GOOD NIGHT SWEET KNIGHT

My grief is a constant companion
Too familiar the sting of my tears

About Avery: Avery Beer is 9 years old, and her mommy, Kori Beer, died in 2005. Avery is an amazing girl who wrote this beautiful tribute to all of those at Virginia Tech. Here is what she wrote:

This is a poem I wrote for those at Virginia Tech. If you knew any of them I'm sorry to hear. Oh and when I wrote it I was thinking of the family of these people so it's sort of said by the students.