is the key to
survival for
bereaved parents
Talk to someone!

And through all the tears,
and the sadness
and the pain,
comes the one thought
that can make me
internally smile again:
   I have Loved!

   *   *   *   *
The first time a memory
slides over us like a wave
of warmth,
we have turned the
corner of our grief.

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Bereaved Parents of the USA, National Gathering

Poems by Sascha
Articles by Margaret Gerner | A Place | About Being Strong | Candles
How Many Children Do You Have? | If We Could Have a Lifetime Wish | Lights of Love
Look at yourself in the mirror | Nine Years or Nine Hundred | The Elephant in the Room
This I Can Share | Too Quiet | We cannot give you back | We Need to & Storms
Why Can't I Let Go | Why Clichés Drive Us Crazy | Wish
Poems on Time| Poems by Sascha | Miscellaneous

Poems by Sascha

For the Both of Us
As long as I can,
I will look at this world for both of us,
As long as I can.
I will laugh with the birds,
I will sing with the flowers,
I will pray to the stars,
For the both of us.
As long as I can
I will remember how many things
On this eaarth were your joy,
And I will live as well
As you would want me to live
As long as I can.
Sascha - from Wintersun

Grief walks with you today,
your constant companion.
But in the morning, tomorrow,
the sunrise of hope waits for you.
by Sascha

Memories will bring you
love from the past
courage in the present
hope for the future
By Sascha

Hope is not an easy word
for grievers
but we, more than most others,
need to understand
what hope can mean for us.
Hope means finding the strength
to live with grief.
Hope means nurturing
with grace
the joy of remembrance.
Hope means embracing
with tenderness and pride
our own life and
the gifts left to us
by those we have lost.
By Sascha from WINTERSUN

The New Year

The New Year comes
When all the world is ready
For changes, resolutions -
Great beginnings.
For us, to whom
That stroke of midnight means
A missing child remembered,
For us, the new year comes
More like another darkness.
But let us not forget
That this may be the year
When love and hope and courage
Find each other somewhere
In the darkness
To lift their voices and speak
by sascha
Let warm memories
be as close to you
as the warmth
of summer.
By Sascha




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