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I want to scream,I want to shout so loud that my voice goes up to the sky,up to the stars,up to the God : PLEASE,PLEASE BRING ME BACK MY CHILD! It hurts so much ... Two years is enough! It is so hard...But I am sitting quiet in the dark with broken spirit and heart, with tears in my eyes desperately waiting to wake up from this nightmare called reality...
Buba,Goran`s mom
I was given this poem, I reflect on it alot to give me motivation for another part of the day,
I am hoping it may help you too...
A CHILD OF MINE (TO ALL PARENTS) posted on 10/04/2008 I will lend you, for a lttle time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
and mourn for when he's dead
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories.
As solace for you grief,
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons tought down there,
I want this child to learn,
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vein
Nor hate me when I come
TO take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the hapiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
by Edgar Guest from The Living Years 1949
You can take the picture and put your son's name Goran on the corner,
I have this poem on Austin's little website that I started after I brought him home- they say we learn from our children and even though I had less than 2 years, his gifts of many and teachings abundant.
Try to think of all the loving fun moments and journal them, on the Holidays go see your family members and make tributes to each.
I haven't been at this very long so it all may sound crazy, and believe me I wouldn't be here if I still didn't have family here with me.
Care to Share, Share with others to care, May you be blessed, and may Austin's verse speak to comfort you,
Ecclesiastes 3 To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal, a time to break down, and a time to build up. A time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. If you would like to know more about Austin please visit:
http://www.totsites.com/tot/babyaustinajr
WLAP,