Tracy,
Robert's Mother
~~~~
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
~~~~~
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
~~~~~
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?
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~
~~~~~
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.
~~~~~