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    Cape Breton

      The Cord

    We are connected,
    My child and I,
    by An invisible cord
    Not seen by the eye.

    It's not like the cord
    That connects us 'til birth
    This cord can't been seen
    By any on Earth.

    This cord does it's work
    Right from the start.
    It binds us together
    Attached to my heart.

    I know that it's there
    Though no one can see
    The invisible cord
    From my child to me.

    The strength of this cord
    Is hard to describe.
    It can't be destroyed
    It can't be denied.

    It's stronger than any cord
    Man could create
    It withstands the test
    Can hold any weight.

    And though you are gone,
    Though you're not here with me,
    The cord is still there
    But no one can see.

    It pulls at my heart
    I am broken... I am sore,
    But this cord is my lifeline
    As never before.

    I am thankful that God
    Connects us this way
    A mother and child
    Death can't take it away!

    ~Amy Merrick

    Don't Cry Mum!

    I see you mum but you don't see me
    But I am always there
    I watch you as you are sleeping
    I gently stroke your hair

    I hug you when you cry
    I kiss you when you're sad
    I sit with you as you look through photos
    ... Of the times that we once had

    I often say I love you
    In a voice that you cannot hear
    I know sometimes you feel me
    You know that I am near

    Don't cry mum I love you
    I have not gone forever
    Just watching over you
    Till its time to be together

    Its hard to watch you suffer
    Knowing there's nothing I can do
    Our bond cannot be broken
    I will help to pull you through

    Death is not the darkness
    Death is the lasting light
    Keeping me from harm
    Until the time is right

    ~John F Connor
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    My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, she never did before,
    From now until the day she dies, she´ll tell a whole lot more.
    She used to tell the truth a lot, but now it doesn´t matter,
    I died and went to Heaven, her life is all a-shatter.

    Ask my Mom how she is, she´ll say "Yes, I´m fine!"
    She wants to say "Please help me, I can´t find that boy of mine!"
    Ask my Mom 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 Mom how she is, she seems to cope so well,
    She didn´t have a choice, you see, nor the strength to yell.
    You think you know the feeling, but this cannot be,
    For even though you loved me, you didn´t love as much as she.

    She will smile and tell you, "It´s ok, God has a plan,"
    But she will turn away and cry `cause she can´t understand.
    Tell a joke and she will laugh, but she is not ok,
    She wants to share the joke with me, but it will not be today.

    I watch from here in Heaven, her distress disturbs my peace,
    Will someone please take care of her, and thus take care of me?
    "Some day you will feel better." "Yes, I will" she lies,
    She knows this will not happen until the day she dies.

    "I was so lucky! I had him all these years."
    (They passed in a minute, I shed so many tears).
    Ask my Mom how she is, she´ll say "Thank you. Good."
    She cannot tell you how she feels, oh, how I wish she could.

    Ask my Mom how she is, "I´m fine. I´m well. I´m coping."
    "For God´s sakes, Mom, just tell the truth, just say your heart is broken."
    She´ll love me all of 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, 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, Mom, with all the lies you told!"

    ~Author Unknown

    Talking is Releasing

    Go ahead and mention my child,
    The one who died you know.
    Don't worry about hurting me further,
    The depth of my pain doesn't show.

    Don't worry about making me cry.
    I'm already crying inside.
    Help me to heal by releasing
    The tears that I try to hide.

    I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
    Pretending he/she didn't exist.
    I'd rather you mention my child,
    Knowing that he/she has been missed.

    You asked me how I was doing.
    I say "pretty good" or "fine."
    But healing is something ongoing.
    I feel it will take a lifetime.

    ~Elizabeth Dent

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