Gabriella-Grace Aaron Raymer

'The Busiest Day in Heaven'

It's the busiest day in Heaven
I'm planning a big surprise
To let you know I love you
And that no one ever dies.

Even though you're down below
And I am up above,
I'm sending you these wishes
And all my angel love.

It's really quite exciting
To plan this big event,
For lots of gifts will come your way
And all are heaven sent.

First, I'll take a bubble bath-
My splashes might cause some rain,
But knowing all the fun I'm having,
Will help to ease your pain.

Next, I'll get some pictures
In my halo and my gown,
So when you get to Heaven,
You can show them all around.

I have color crayons in Heaven,
And I will draw some star so bright
And place them in the sky today
For you to see tonight.

Then, Jesus will have story time,
And I will sit upon his lap.
He'll tell me all about you
Just before I nap.

I'll wake up full of energy
And play a game or two,
Before I finish sending
All my love to you.

After snack I'll write a song
For all the birds to sing,
And know I've made you happy
With all the joy it brings.

At nighttime I'll be tired,
But I'll still hold you tight.
My arms will wrap around you
And keep you through the night.

And when you finally slumber,
I will kneel to pray,
Asking God to bless you
On this special Mother's Day.

Love, Your Little Angel

Diane Myers (Grandma) April 10, 2008

Little Angels
When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above.
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
for no heartache compares with
the death of one small child,
who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
and so He takes but few,
to make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow me must try.
The saddest word mankind know
will always be 'Goodbye'.
So when a child departs
we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

Diane Myers (Grandma) March 28, 2008

This day will be a celebration
Of the short time you were here.
You will always be remembered
With great love and sometimes tears.

But only to feel pain and sorrow
Would not be quite fair to you.
Your life meant much more to me
More than I ever knew.

You were here so briefly,
I wonder if you know.
All the ways you've touched my world
Since the day God called you home.

Now, my child, you're an angel
With your heavenly Father above.
I see not only what I've lost
But my capacity of love.

There will always be a big void
My soul will grieve forever.
Will I forget or stop loving you?
No, not now ... ... not ever.

As this sad day is upon me
Oh! How my heart still hurts.
But even as I mourn your death
I celebrate your birth.

Diane Myers (Grandma) March 28, 2008

The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.

The little one we longed for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.

Diane Myers (Grandma) February 10, 2008

In a baby castle, just beyond your eye,
Your baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who are you to wish her back into this world of strife,
No, play on baby, she'll have eternal life.
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes your eyes,
You'll hear her tiny footsteps come running to your side
Her little hands caress you so tenderly and sweet,
You'll breathe a prayer and close your eyes and embrace her in your sleep.
Now you have a treasure that you rate above all others
You have known true glory,
You are still her mother.

Diane Myers (Grandma) February 10, 2008

She was so very, very special
And was so from the start
You held her in your arms
But mainly in your heart

And like a single drop of rain
That on still waters fall,
Her life did ripples make
And touched the lives of all.

She's gone to play with angels
In heaven up above
So keep your special memories
And treasure. them with love

Although your darling daughter
Was with you just a while
She'll live on in your heart
With a sweet remembered smile

Diane Myers (Grandma) February 10, 2008

The sky is filled with Angels
With puffy lacy wings
The remnants of God's beauty
With treasures they now bring

Each one of them a Guardian
That travels in the sky
To watch throughout eternity
Their parents from on high

Smiles that come from Angels
They fall like crystal rain
Eases earthly burdens
Lifting all life's pain

Halos so astounding
That glitter gold each day
Following their loved ones
In such a perfect way

Wings in gentle breezes
That fall from up above
Kissing every parent
With everlasting love

Angels soar through heaven
With everlasting light
Looking down from heaven
Saying their 'goodnights'

Kissing all who loved them
So gently on the face
This life's tender mercy
Each parent can embrace

Wings and shiny halos
Travel from on high
Surrounding all their loved ones
They never say good-bye.

Diane Myers (Grandma) February 10, 2008

Our perfect little Angel
Our memories bittersweet
Ten perfect little toes
On two tiny little feet

We held you in our arms
We gave you all our love
As we prepared to say good-bye
to our precious little girl

With our hearts breaking
We prayed time would stand still
hoping by some miracle
that we could change Gods will

Our beautiful baby girl
It was not meant to be
Gods tiny little Angel
You were not ours to keep

You will always be with us
In our memories and prayers
Kept safely in our hearts
To cherish throughout the years

May other special Angels
Watch over you with care
They'll keep you safe and happy
Until we can be there

One day we'll be together
Never to be apart
Until then know that we love you
With every beat of our hearts

Diane Myers (Grandma) January 20, 2008

Can you hear me?
Please, God. Do you hear my cries?
The ones that echo pain deep within my mind and heart.
She is gone, God. My little girl is gone.
And I love her so.
I've tried to pray, to seek and to beg
Yet still, she is gone.
I would have given my life for hers...

I do not understand.
You see, God, she left so suddenly.
Without saying goodbye- or even hello.
How can it be that she has changed my life so?
How can it be that others think I should forget her so abruptly and go on with my life?
How can I pretend that she did not exist?

For her life and death has brought me on my knees, to You.
And now, I seek the peace, which only Your midst can harbor
To ease this overwhelming grief.

But, still God, I feel cheated.
I feel so very desperate for her presence.
I never looked into her eyes
I never told her how much she meant to me.
I never kissed her gently with the smile of a proud mother,
but only with tear burdened eyes.
But you can God.
Please, please tell her for me.
For I know she is in Your care.

Tell her that her beauty has left me many priceless gifts.
Tell her that I think of her- Everyday, every hour, every moment.
Tell her how deeply I love and miss her.
Hold her in Your majestic arms, just for me, Lord.
Rock her gently and whisper in her ear
Tell her that her Mommy aches for her, still and always.

For the only strength that remains is the strength which You grant me
In knowing that You, and only You, Father
Can love her the way that I do...

Amen

Diane Myers (Grandma) January 7, 2008

God's Tiniest Angels

By

Millie Hutton

There was a meeting up in Heaven
and the angels gathered round.
God spoke, They will soon be coming.
Let the trumpets sound.

Make way for my tiniest angels, God said,
for they are almost here.
Watch over them; I must go now,
and help dry their mother’s tears.

And so God went to His special place
to hear the mothers pray,
Tears fell from His eyes as He listened
to what they had to say.

The prayers were very different
yet seemed to blend into one:
You have my tiny angel, God,
but my crying has just begun.

I’m human and I’m weak, God,
and I don’t know what to do,
I need your love and strength,
and your help to get me through.

Please allow me one more thing
before I say Amen and go,
I need to speak to my babies now,
so my love they will always know.

God gathered the tiniest angels
in His arms so they could hear
their earthly mothers speaking from their hearts,
And through their tears.

From Gods eyes as well as the angels
Tears began to leak,
And the trumpets sounded in Heaven,
As the mothers began to speak.

I can’t hold you, I can’t see you,
Or count fingers and count toes,
Nor wrap you in a blanket,
And kiss your little nose.

Ill never feel your heartbeat
As you lie against my chest,
But to question would be wrong,
For God always does know best.

Ill never hear I love you,
Or mommy read to me.
It hurts so much to want you,
Knowing you weren’t meant to be.

Although you were taken from me
You will always feel my love.
I know God will allow that
In His kingdom up above.

Don’t be afraid my little ones,
For you are in a special place.
And don’t worry about me;
God will dry the tears upon my face.

He needed more tiny angels
But we are never far apart.
You’re not in my arms, my little ones,
But you’re forever in my heart.

Then God spoke to the tiny angels
And dried each little tear.
Your mother isn’t with us now,
But soon she will be here.

And when you reunite with her
For all of Heaven to see,
She will hold you close and love you
Throughout eternity.

Diane Myers (Grandma) December 26, 2007