Lamentations for Aubrey by Lucertola
Today is such a special day.
We have been waiting for it for so long.
Today your Mommy & Daddy got to meet you.
It is on this day you have been born.
“Everything went fine,” your mommy said.
You didn’t cause her any strife at all.
You simply came into this world.
Shining brilliant like the sun.
Today is such a special day.
Today they brought you home.
Everything is ready and waiting for you.
Because we’ve been waiting so long.
Today is such a special day.
The day we set aside to give thanks.
Mommy & Daddy took a picture of you beside the Turkey.
Laughing about your tiny size and marveling in your perfection.
Today is not a special day.
It’s been scary from the start.
Today you stopped breathing.
And our hearts stopped right along with yours.
The ambulance whisked you away to save you.
Only the doctors don’t have good news.
They just don’t know what’s wrong.
But we’re all praying for you.
Today is not a special day.
Your body has begun to shut down.
Liver, kidneys, heart, lungs, and blood.
No new answers have been found.
Today we had a hopeful day.
They put you on a plane and flew you far away.
In hopes that a more advanced hospital.
Could make you well again.
Today is not a special day, although it started out okay.
We thought your body was fighting back.
But the doctors still can’t explain a thing.
Why aren’t you getting better?
Today became another hopeful day.
Mommy & Daddy got another plane.
To take you to a special hospital, even better than before.
All the while we cried and prayed and hoped again once more.
We begged and pleaded for you to get well.
Friends, family, and strangers alike.
Every waking hour we prayed for you Aubrey.
We prayed until we could pray no more.
Today is a horrible day.
As we stand those left behind.
With our hands holding hearts that can’t stop breaking.
Because today is the day you could fight no more.
Mommy & Daddy watched you helplessly,
As you drew in your last breath of air.
Trying so hard to understand,
Why you couldn’t stay here.
Today is not a better day for those you left behind,
We cry and cry and still don’t know why.
Eleven days are all we have of your time upon the Earth.
We cherish them so as our tears mark the snow.
You must have done what you came here to do,
As hard as that is for us to comprehend.
You touched more hearts and souls in your time here,
Than many of the souls who will stay while their bodies grow old and decay.
Mommy says it only hurts every time she breathes.
Many of us share her pain, though not to that degree.
So watch over your family like the Angel that you are.
Give us time to mourn and heal and time to find your Star.
In Loving Memory of Aubrey Elizabeth-Ann Dennis
11/19/07-11/30/07
Written December 4, 2007
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We have been waiting for it for so long.
Today your Mommy & Daddy got to meet you.
It is on this day you have been born.
“Everything went fine,” your mommy said.
You didn’t cause her any strife at all.
You simply came into this world.
Shining brilliant like the sun.
Today is such a special day.
Today they brought you home.
Everything is ready and waiting for you.
Because we’ve been waiting so long.
Today is such a special day.
The day we set aside to give thanks.
Mommy & Daddy took a picture of you beside the Turkey.
Laughing about your tiny size and marveling in your perfection.
Today is not a special day.
It’s been scary from the start.
Today you stopped breathing.
And our hearts stopped right along with yours.
The ambulance whisked you away to save you.
Only the doctors don’t have good news.
They just don’t know what’s wrong.
But we’re all praying for you.
Today is not a special day.
Your body has begun to shut down.
Liver, kidneys, heart, lungs, and blood.
No new answers have been found.
Today we had a hopeful day.
They put you on a plane and flew you far away.
In hopes that a more advanced hospital.
Could make you well again.
Today is not a special day, although it started out okay.
We thought your body was fighting back.
But the doctors still can’t explain a thing.
Why aren’t you getting better?
Today became another hopeful day.
Mommy & Daddy got another plane.
To take you to a special hospital, even better than before.
All the while we cried and prayed and hoped again once more.
We begged and pleaded for you to get well.
Friends, family, and strangers alike.
Every waking hour we prayed for you Aubrey.
We prayed until we could pray no more.
Today is a horrible day.
As we stand those left behind.
With our hands holding hearts that can’t stop breaking.
Because today is the day you could fight no more.
Mommy & Daddy watched you helplessly,
As you drew in your last breath of air.
Trying so hard to understand,
Why you couldn’t stay here.
Today is not a better day for those you left behind,
We cry and cry and still don’t know why.
Eleven days are all we have of your time upon the Earth.
We cherish them so as our tears mark the snow.
You must have done what you came here to do,
As hard as that is for us to comprehend.
You touched more hearts and souls in your time here,
Than many of the souls who will stay while their bodies grow old and decay.
Mommy says it only hurts every time she breathes.
Many of us share her pain, though not to that degree.
So watch over your family like the Angel that you are.
Give us time to mourn and heal and time to find your Star.
In Loving Memory of Aubrey Elizabeth-Ann Dennis
11/19/07-11/30/07
Written December 4, 2007
http://www-0.redbubble.com/people/lucertola/writing/2272502-lamentations-for-aubrey
The First Christmas by Lucertola
Christmas angel, explain to me
Why in the skies she must be?
Her place was here until you came,
Don’t you see it’s not the same?
The first one after her birth,
Looked upon with such excitement.
Seeing how the paper tears,
Maybe helping to unwrap it.
Maybe it’s an Easter dress,
With lacy frills and bows to match.
Maybe it is her first doll,
But it’s not, because she’s not here at all.
There is no smiling face to wake,
No wondrous expressions with film to take.
No laughing. No Loving. No Living.
No Aubrey here this year.
I thought that I could bear the pain,
Of my sister’s daughter, waiting on heaven’s plane,
Looking down to watch the day,
Knowing only peace where she stays.
But I am torn with the company she keeps,
It may be heavenly, but still we weep.
It’s so unfair to say the least,
Spending Christmas with an angel instead of Aubrey.
©December 22, 2008
http://www.redbubble.com/people/lucertola/writing/2272505-the-first-christmas
Why in the skies she must be?
Her place was here until you came,
Don’t you see it’s not the same?
The first one after her birth,
Looked upon with such excitement.
Seeing how the paper tears,
Maybe helping to unwrap it.
Maybe it’s an Easter dress,
With lacy frills and bows to match.
Maybe it is her first doll,
But it’s not, because she’s not here at all.
There is no smiling face to wake,
No wondrous expressions with film to take.
No laughing. No Loving. No Living.
No Aubrey here this year.
I thought that I could bear the pain,
Of my sister’s daughter, waiting on heaven’s plane,
Looking down to watch the day,
Knowing only peace where she stays.
But I am torn with the company she keeps,
It may be heavenly, but still we weep.
It’s so unfair to say the least,
Spending Christmas with an angel instead of Aubrey.
©December 22, 2008
http://www.redbubble.com/people/lucertola/writing/2272505-the-first-christmas
