For Robert

 

 

Can Someone Tell Me? 

Can some one tell me?
Where is my son is he lost for ever?
How come he can not talk to me,
what is his purpose now?
If he is here then how come he does
Not know me? 

I am lost for words when I see my son
so far away.
He seems to be in another world that I know
nothing of nor have seen.
Is this world that he lives in now one that
he will stay in forever? 

Why is there so much pain and so much
confusion?
How come we all have to go through pain?
Will he ever look at me and say "Hi Mom" again?
How can he just live his life just looking
in to nothing?

Can you tell me is my son lost for ever?

Tracy, Robert's Mother

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WHY DOESN'T HE SHOW HIMSELF...


From day one our lives have changed for ever...

Why doesn't he come out God?
My hopes and dreams for Robert are now disappearing with the wind...

Let me have Robert my son back God...

The word MOM is now past tense...

Why Robert, Why Me God?
When I saw my baby for the first time on that day, I just thought WHY...Why Robert?

Is Robert In There?
I cry, I think, I listen, I wonder, and I pray...

Where is Robert?
So many hours so many days go by and only small things appear...

Is Robert really in there or is he lost forever God?
I ask God to help me make it and give me strength to make it day by day...

Is the baby I had at one time there God?
I have gone through the shock, denial and blame...

What is next God?
So where has Robert's smile gone and all the joy he brought to all of us?

Why us God?
I sit and wait for anything to happen day by day and hour by hour...

How much longer God?
So if you hear me God, 
Please just give me back my baby Robert.

Tracy, Robert's Mother

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What May Come Of Their Lives?
 
  Some times you get up in a wonder.
What May Come Of Our Childs Lives?
 
We might ask, "What is today going to bring 
that yesterday did not?"
 
What may come of our lives is what we ask everyday.
Is there anyone that can answer such a question for us?
 
If some thing was to happen to us the caretaker,
Then what would become of our child's life?
 
There is no answer for this for each day brings a new meaning to the words and lives of a caretaker.
 
We may cry, we may even smile and we even hide our fears and frustrations.
But one thing is for sure we ask our selves everyday.
 
WHAT WILL BECOME OF THEIR LIVES?

Tracy, Robert's Mother

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Today

I may never see tomorrow, there's no written guarantee
And things that happened yesterday belong to history.
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past.
I have just the present moments, I must treat it as my last.

 I must use this moment wisely for it soon will pass away,
and be lost forever, as part of yesterday.
I must exercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet.
Be a friend unto the friendless, make an empty life complete.

 The unkind things I do today may never be undone.
And friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won.
I may not have another chance, on bended knees to pray.
And I thank God with a humble heart for giving me this Day.

~~author unknown~~

 

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After I am Gone

After I'm gone will anyone remember,
My soul being sweet, my heart being tender?
The hands that I've held, the lips that I've kissed?
The things that I've done and those that I've missed?

After,
The things that they've said, or haven't said yet?

 The times that I left, when I wanted to stay,
After I'm gone, will
anyone mourn,
For the memories inside of me, yet to be born?

 For the days in the sun and nights in the rain,
For the laughter and love, heartache and pain?
After I'm gone, will anyone grieve?
For the love that I wanted, but never received?

 For the times, when for them I put myself in a bind,
For the answers to the questions I
never did find?


 After I'm gone, will it be hard, to read my poem or birthday card?
To go to the place they saw me smile,
To know that I loved them all the while?
After I'm gone, will they look to the sky
and speak my name with a tear in their eye?
Will anyone remember my face and my hair,
And most important to me,
Will anyone care?

~Tracy, Robert's Mother~

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Look Not on My Body but My Soul

Look not on my body but my soul,
Only on the face behind the veil,
Only with the touch of inner Braille,
Knowing through yourself my being whole.
Nor ought you touch my skin but with your heart,
Only in the tenderness of love.
Though my outer self repulsive prove,
Of me the mask is but a minor part.
Nor should you know me out of charity:
Misfortune can become a kind of grace,
Yielding special wisdom to a few.
Bring mainly for yourself your empathy,
Opening a richer, wider view,
Doorway to a person much like you
Yet fired by the fate he must embrace.

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