Poems for Josh
June 5, 2000
A JOSHUITA
en las olas
corre el nino
corre con mi corazon,
cantando
y tocando
mi corazon.
en la noche
llora la reina
y caye la luna
pero corre el nino
en el abrazo
del mar,
duende dulce,
corriendo las olas
con mi corazon captado
encantado
por su cancion
infinito..
Lisa Garza
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Be Still
Be still, my heart,
when jeans and sneakers pass by me;
Be still, my tears, which come so easily;
Be still my longing
to hear his voice and see his smile-
Oh how I miss his smile.
Be still the memories
which race around in my brain and ease the pain;
And be still, the pain which is ever there-
at first sharp but now more dull;
Be still, my sorrow for he is at peace-
So much more than I.
Be still, my loneliness for him,
to touch him again , gangling and thin;
Be still, the wish for others to cry with me
as they did at first,
so I would know that they still miss him as much as I;
But life goes on, they say,
And so must I
Be very still, the need yet to ask,
Why did he have to die?
Be still, the anger when they say
someone else wanted him;
No one could want him more than I.
Be still, my heart, so you can remember
that you still have life and love around you,
that only one small part is gone;
Be still, my grieving for that one small part,
Yet grieve I must, for the books say
I must go through it and not around it.
Be still, the bargains I made and the games I played
(to have him back and pretend it was a mistake)
as they are dangerous and to no avail.
Be happy, heart, that we had him for awhile.
Be strong, my pride,
that I am slowly healing and loving and feeling.
He died on the first day of summer.
Summer’s heat came and went,
Fall’s colors came and went,
and now spring has come again;
It seems the world is going on,
And so should I.
I am lucky to have borne you;
I am richer for having shared your dreams.
I am sadder but stronger for having lost you;
I’ll always love you, Jimmy-
Claire Moore
Parma, Ohio
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He Only Took My Hand
Last night while I was trying to sleep
My son’s voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around,
But he did not appear.
He said: Mom, you’ve got to listen,
You’ve got to understand;
God didn’t take me away from you, Mom
He only took my hand,
When I called out in pain that night,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved me,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I could never be the same
I love you all and miss you so,
And I’ll always be nearby.
My body’s gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!
And so, you must all go on now,
Live one day at a time, just understand!
God didn’t take me from you,
He only took my hand.
Author Unknown
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