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In Memory

              

 

My Twins

Carin Vernieri & Lisa Arnold

 

Nicholas and Frankie came into the world

To our surprise both boys

Not one girl!

 

Our boys they did grow

Both strong and healthy

In kids… we were wealthy

It was not always easy

Would make the faint-hearted queasy

But those two smiling faces

And four big flue eyes,

Were worth more than anything money could buy.

 

Who could imagine a more beautiful sight?

Then watching twin children play… and fight

 

Remember the first birthday they had

We invited them all, we were so glad

 

We were so proud of our beautiful boys

We had never imagined we could have so much joy

 

To be a twin parent is to know love and fun

Your cup runneth over, I know… I am one.

 

But my twins are not together you see. God decided He needed one,

more than me.

 

Nicholas, I know you’re not hurting

And you’re with God above,

You are my special angel

Who I’ll always love.

 

I look for you in the stars in the sky

In the clouds, in the sunshine

And in your brother’s eyes.

 

I’ll never forget you my sweet Nicholas

One day I know I will be with you

That very thought will get me through.

 


 

 

Gods Lent Child

(author unknown)

I’ll lend you a child for a little while

A child of mine God said

For you to love while he lives,

And mourn for while he is dead.

It may be one or two years

Or forty 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 your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay

Since all from earth return;

But the lessons taught below

I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked the whole world over

In search of teachers true;

And from the things that crowd life's lane

I have chosen you.

Will you give him all your love?

Nor think the labor vain?

Nor hate me when I come to take

This lent child back again?

I fancied that I heard them say

Dear Lord, Thy will be done

For joys thy child will bring

The risk of grief we'll run.

We will shelter him with tenderness

We'll love him while we may.

And for the happiness we've known

Forever grateful stay.

But should thy angels call for him

Much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the grief that comes

And try to understand.