Little Born
I rememebred my little born
It has left me shocked and torn
He is no more in this lovely world
He breathed for a while and left us in cold
I remembered how my parent had felt
When someone had died in the family left
It was leaving behind great shock and despair
A vaccume never to be filed or a loss repaired
Today I am head of the family and responsible person
I will never go sad without any reason
Small problems will not bother me at all
I shall deal it as and when they make call
If someone takes birth in family, it is different joy
We have lot more to celebrate and enjoy
We may plan who new born is to be treated
But more important is how far we are happy and elated
It is not in our hand to avoid the natural mishaps
It may be some kind of accident or early death
It causes concern and deep grief
Even though we may try to over come to get relief
What drives me desperately to go little wild?
Why almighty is not little kind?
Why new born must be taken away immediately upon birth?
Why is it so essential to pronounce him with death?
There may be ideal place for soul to rest
It is somewhat considered as best
No one comes there to disturb
It is nice, essential and superb
It makes me to think about futility
It is one kind of deterrence but to reach divinity
That is nice gift almighty has arranged
We are all to be aware of it and reconciled
My grief is over the loss of child
But desperation driving me wild
It becomes unbearable when new born is not even taking a breath
The baby is snatched away cruelly by the death
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Express Loss
How can you grieve and express loss?
Do you cry loud think or choose?
Stay in corner and get lost in memory
Stay with gloomy face under deep worry
God needs them most in His Courtroom
Where as there was no dearth for others with room
Person may be precious like fine star in the sky
Shined for few hours and immediately chosen to fly
We feel world as hollow
We think sun may not shine tomorrow
Nights may be all worthless
We may have lot many problems to chase
Such might have been the dominant position
The loss caused to family is sudden imposition
Family may take some time to adjust the shock
They have yet to come out of it to take the stock
Even though we are aware of uncertainty
We leave it to good wisdom of almighty
It is natural to shed a tear over loss
We follow the natural and consider it as divine cause
Think of no control on life span
Human beings might have made lots of plans
Nobody would have preferred quitting of their own
So almighty has taken control in hand and made it known
We attribute untimely death as decided by destiny
Some of us may not reconcile or come to terms fully
Yet the helplessness is openly seen on the face
Life has been termed as adventurous but as uncertain race
So always we talk of great wisdom
Raise hands in disgust cry foul seldom
Somewhere we realize its futility
Suddenly come down to terms as inability
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We Gave Her A Bouquet Of Roses
We gave her a bouquet of roses to place on her baby's grave
The baby girl born alive that the doctors could not save
The birth of new born baby a time of joy and cheer
But if the new born baby die such news none wish to hear.
She has to weep her grief away and shed those painful tears
Or else the hurt will stay with her for years and years and years
To bottle up her sense of loss will only cause more pain
She has to shed her grief in tears or with her 'twill remain.
She carried her child for nine months looked to the birth with joy
But her happiness was snatched from her in the twinkling of an eye
My thoughts go to her husband too his expectations high
But tragedy visited him he watched his baby die.
What can one say at a time like this there's nothing one can say
To ease the burden of the grief that they must feel today
Nine months of expectations in a moment snatched away
But sun as ever waits to shine behind the clouds of gray.
A bouquet of flowers and sympathy card to place on baby's grave
But how can any one expect of them at such time to be brave
They have to let their feelings show and weep their grief away
For if not sorrow will live on and hurt with them will stay.
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By Philemon
Oft we embrace our ills by discontent,
And give them bulk beyond what nature meant.
A parent, brother, friend deceased, to cry--
'He's dead indeed, but he was born to die'--
Such temperate grief is suited to the size
And burden of the loss; is just and wise.
But to exclaim, 'Ah! wherefore was I born,
Thus to be left forever thus forlorn?'
Who thus laments his loss invites distress,
And magnifies a woe that might be less,
Through dull despondence to his lot resign'd,
And leaving reason's remedy behind.
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Stop gap
Death is defined as just rest place and stop gap
Journey to heavenly abode and considered right step
Birth in next world, if that is desired, dependent on His will
Happy ending if one is contended and rightly feels
It is not preferred by anybody but till it comes
No one is happy about it and doesn’t welcome
New birth is celebrated with joy and fun fare
No one tries to knows how it comes and from where?
If death really would not have been the fear factor?
People would have interfered in all the sectors
Leaving of this world makes them real little scary
Otherwise they would have been left with no worry
They could have defied temporal’s authority
Simply not have bowed head before almighty
Life would have been made tough and living hell
Things could have been made dreary and not well
Death is welcome step and good gesture
Everybody is having final day decided for future
Not a second can be shifted from here and there
You got to feel comfortable, very safe and stay here
Why He doesn’t interfere in day today’s routine?
Why do we console ourselves even after not doing fine?
It is our inner strength that holds us together
Death or no death we simply don’t bother
We must accept it as immortal factor
We come here in life to play as actor
No one cares or try to know what the life is all about?
Is it punishment to suffer in life or opt out?
Life is precious gift to human being
He can be either very poor or king
He may lead it with fun fare and joy
Though life may be simply decoy
Life should not considered as burden
We can make it beautiful like heaven
It has its own charm and purpose
We must mean it and not to suppose
Life is to be enjoyed with full length
It is not weakness but real strength
What one needs to know is its mission?
Leave the life decently with good liaison
You may not have chance to revisit place
No one can grant you permission to replace
It has to be spent with grace and happiness
Pray the almighty for His mercy and kindness
We must bow our head with gratitude
We should have generous and nice attitude
Life and dearth is synonymous thing
It is part of cycle and that speaks something
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
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Happy b day
Happy birthday Triauna
Today is a great day
The day my girl was born
Monumental occasion
Sound the horn
New born child cute as a button
Dem other babies culdnt say nuffin Literally the truth is all I say
Throughout the years
You made each and every day
Thats just who you are and how you roll Always warm heart never cold
As you open your gifts
Just remember this
Your birth day only comes once a year Every day feel like my birth day because I know you here
The gift you give is priceless
Yet every day the value increases
Second most important born right after Jesus
Brings me back to my thesis
Happy birth day Triauna
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
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The garden
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene
As it was unusual for me to have seen
The death of son who was born some hours back
Everybody in home were stunned and in shock
The garden comes to life when season comes up with flowers
It was evident from the fact that earth had enough of rain showers
My garden too was blessed with arrival of beautiful baby
We all had prayed for it so song and became so much happy
The happiness was short lived as child breathed little
We all tried hard but he breathed for a while and failed to settle
This was totally unexpected and sent us in shock waves
He brought the hopes for short while and caved in
I was given no room to think about the sad departure
The child was our great hope for the future
Even though I had daughter and son in family
The child was welcome and we missed him sadly
If all the flowers in garden boom freely and survive
No one may have faith in god and believe
Some flowers fade early and some stay for longer
It is philosophy of life that we all are stage actor
I consoled self and left it to the best counsel
Even though it was difficult to come out and feel well
I gave final look at the dead son and dropped few tears
The grief was proving difficult and taking me over
I know it is very difficult to bear and act
It is not in our control also to deny the facts
Life is temporary stage and one will have to leave
There is no other option and we got to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Old age is fine beauty
Old age is not new phenomenal
Every individual may have to depart after arrival
What even if old man is not cared?
At least old man has taken care of children and dared
There is no need to weep
Remain fit always and composure to keep
If sea wind is differently blowing
Who cares for and eager of knowing
It is unfortunate to target old man
He has lived his life as responsible noble
What did he not do for whole of family?
Now even children live in comfort and happily
Many old age homes are coming
Great plight for all ages looming
What can we do for their honorable end?
Feel in life as very close and intimate friend
Someone told me about nice end show
Foreign currency deposited for when I go
Bid final bye and say thank you mother earth
My only request not to spoil natural death
Do nothing so as to denigrate human being
No parents may ask for lovely child and sing
If bird was to be left alone on road
What on earth can be considered as load?
With weak wings you are downed
With all abuses and finally stoned
Shunted from door to door
You had never been such a poor
Think of that kind of poverty
That may wait for them from almighty
Feel not any kind of remorse or pity
Old age is not at all curse but fine departing beauty
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The birth of a family
The birth of a family where does it start
Your parents, their parents all play a part
Virtues instilled deep within us all form
Long before an innocent child is born
Family history does have its role
Hardships and struggles take their toll
Ignorance and prejudice often passed down
From generation to generation often it’s found
Intolerance, addictions and other afflictions
Take their own form, in each new addition
Contorting and mixing contaminating innocence
Frequently unnoticed, unknown the consequence
Labor it’s said, is the worst physical pain on earth
Fortunately, that subsides after the child birth
With each new child a new family is born
That is when the new life truly takes form
Each family as different as the members within
Philosophy, psychology and even emotions begin
Evolving and ever changing adapting as needed
Responding together to the way they are treated
Values and virtues learned were passed down
Communication and manners from those around
Reactions displayed dealing with joy and strife
All are absorbed in this, newly formed life
Interaction with others outside the home
Affects the family not one alone
Assumptions and accusations to be family based
Besmirch one and all will feel disgraced
As each family matures and expands
Occasionally a sudden change in plans
Perhaps another child to be born
Or from the family a member torn
Many times families are split apart
Divided in pieces severed at the heart
Then before that pain has run its course
As things settle, and over is the worse
Just as sudden as they split they can also merge
It is not uncommon for families to converge
Often creating pain, anguish and confusion
Seemingly surviving seems just an illusion
Family differences can clearly be seen
Change must be made, like you’re a machine
As sure as death in a family brings pain
Adding members can do the same
Forced to assimilate with someone new
Maybe required to share a dissimilar view
Finding it so difficult to make a change
Hurt and sad your feeling must rearrange
Adapting to create a new family bond
Can’t be done with the wave of a wand
Growing wild the roots of the family tree
Suddenly hundreds more related you see
Steps and halves, cousins’ uncles and aunts
And a whole other pair of grandparents
The family continues to expand and grow
Marriages and babies were expected you know
But with death, divorce, and merges in the branches
The family tree grows larger, and what of the chances
Someday all you will see, will be your FAMILY
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My Little Star
Today I see in you refection
Exactly it was when gave some indication
You were only child in family
That had graced our family
How great I had felt when you were born
Brother was adamant and remained stubborn
You, as girl, were not wanted or desired
But we all were happy, rejoiced and admired
'What will you want to be when growing young'?
'Scientist' you were quick to reply and sing
You were lovely child and liked by all
We all were scared when you started to walk and had frequent fall
You were brilliant in your studies
You always insisted on some kind of thesis
A genuine quality generally seen in bright students
And later on to prove as major event
I feel proud when see you around
You are on your strong way to be found
I gather the impression that you are most intelligent
A lovely child in our home as heavenly sent
I have seen you growing in stages
You were gifted with extra qualities with an age
I was sure of your golden letters on page
A day not far off when you will shine with an age
I wish you a great success and bright carrier
And also pray that you face no barrier
Your path should be smooth one and straight
Where you are not burdened with worries and weight
I remember your father when she had sent you here
He had all expectations but was afraid and scared with fears
I had to do all pleading when he was about to break down
All his emotions were turned into grief and made known
I am in tears when old memory takes me over
I want no hand kerchief to offer me cover
My eyes are wet but with emotions and joy
I want this day to be celebrated and enjoyed
You are our inspiration and destiny
It has been dream in our family
That you may shine and bring glory
That was all we prayed to God almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week
A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind.
A child that's born on a Wednesday
is a treasure, so they say.
A child that 's born on a Thursday
sees a quest with each new day.
A child that's born on a Friday
is loving and freely gives.
A child that's born on a Saturday
shows great work through how they live.
A child that's born on a Sunday
is happy, carefree and gay.
I guess you could say that a child is
special, no matter what the day.
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William House and Family
Come all kind friends, both far and near,
Come listen to me and you shall hear --
It's of a family and their fate,
All about them I will relate.
They once did live at Edgerton,
They once did live at Muskegon,
From there they went to Chicago,
Which proved their fatal overthrow.
It was William House's family,
As fine a family as you see --
His family was eleven in all,
I do not think it was very small.
Two children died some years ago,
Before they went to Chicago,
Five children there he had with him,
When death his home there enters in.
The small-pox then was raging there,
And Oh! it would not their house spare,
For all but one was sick of them,
A dreadful house it must have been.
The eldest girl was married then,
The eldest boy was in Michigan,
The second boy he was at home,
And took care of them all alone.
His father and his mother dear,
And dear sister, too, I hear,
Were very sick and in his care,
And no kind friends to help him there:
Two little brothers, and a baby too,
Made six in all -- what could he do,
He had to take care of them all,
The baby, too, was very small.
As he would go to his father's bed,
And try to soothe his aching head,
"My son, I pray you leave me, do
Go take care of poor mother, too."
"Your mother and sister need your care,
And your little infant brother there;
Oh! Charlie, Charlie, take care of them,
My son, do all for them you can."
It seemed as though he did not know
That his poor soul so soon must go,
And leave his little ones he loved,
To go to that bright world above.
But God he called his soul away,
It had to leave, it could not stay --
He never more on earth will be,
His soul is from sin and sorrow free.
Charles helped the sexton, I am told,
To lay his form in the coffin cold --
How sad, how sad, poor soul was he,
When last his father's form did see.
Minnie May House she had to go,
And leave her friends that loved her so --
She was a girl in her teens,
A lovely flower as e'er was seen.
Minnie and her mother lay on one bed,
And when Charles said, "our Minnie is dead,"
His mother then she did grow wild,
And early after knew her child.
They buried Minnie by her father's side,
And left them there where they had died --
Charles took his mother and brothers then
And brought them back to Michigan.
For the mother and the baby too,
Kind friends did all that they could do,
But those poor souls they could not save,
For now they're sleeping in their grave.
Oh! what a noble son was he,
His age was then only sixteen --
Charles House's name I have told before
God bless his soul forever more.
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Family I love
love my family with my hold heart.
My love is Joy to love my family
Family is sad and happy and love.
Family is fun and painful and pretty.
My family is like all families we have
love and we have happiness and tears
I love my hold family
My family is like angels who fly in sky
I am grateful that I have family that loves
me.
My family are kind and nice and fun to be
around
My family is painful like all familys are and
heart breaking and Evil sometimes
My family is heart breaking and deadly like
everyone else
Hey I can't stop loving my family not matter what
it coats in the family.
Way my family is just makes me want have family
with someone be as good as they are.
But God know I love my family
and our love is great to have in life
and even know they leave he world they still
a live in my hearts.
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Born Alone
Born alone to die alone
In between family is grown
And so many ties ar borne
Before it is all flown
On wings of death
Born alone to die alone
In between many hats are worn
Some to rejoice some to mourn
Before it is all blown
In winds of death
Born alone to die alone
In between unique spirit is shown
On the streets or on the throne
some to relive some to moan
in arms of death
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Way Of Life
Birth is to Death
Like East is to West
Pain is to Love
Like Greed is to Wealth
A family mourn
A child is born
The child is taught
This child cannot be Bought
The child grows
His words flow
His eyes wander
As his mind ponders
The teen grows
His legacy grows
His career escalates
His family evacuates
The Man grows
The family, frighten
The noose tightens
A family mourn
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X’mas
Born was a child in a manger;
Born was the son of God, the Father;
Born was the love of the Maker;
Born was for men, a Redeemer.
Born was a baby boy, a king;
Born was on earth a prophet great;
Born was the love of God in human form;
Born was a Messiah.
Born was a son of a carpenter;
Born was the king of Jews;
Born was the living God as flesh;
Born was a Savior.
Born was a babe, who brought,
Joy and peace to the world;
Born was a babe on a bed of hay,
As angels choirs kept singing on.
Born was the spotless Lamb of God
Who was to die on the cross;
Born was a divine child,
From the Virgin Mary’s womb!
Born was Lord Jesus Christ,
Who paid the price for our sins,
And by His death and resurrection,
Made it possible for sinners too,
To go to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2006
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Death Of A Girl
A girl has died today,
but he is born anew.
And she will never come again.
Though he, has been given a curse.
He changed his body,
become himself,
the outside now matches the in.
But for what cost does this reside,
he's lost his family and his friends.
Though she had plenty and many more,
he threatens to meet his ends.
Her friends were hers, never be his...
She hated her body and begged for death.
He has only complied.
She has taken her final breath,
Given to the boy inside.
But anyone could see this coming,
the loss was not a surprise.
He just wanted more accepting,
from the family who's left him behind.
He struggles each and every day,
more of a battle each waking.
He can't turn back, can never say
why he begs for the same.
No one can help, he pushes and kicks
everyone away.
He fears their jests and awful tricks,
protecting his mind in vain.
Because, you see, it's over now.
His journey's over and done.
The greatness that she would once endow,
all been lost to become a son.
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New born
"Wake up, fast" I was shaken from deep sleep
Remain awake and be fit enough to keep
And run for any help they may require
Mother was on heels and just passed on fire
"What a man you are "your wife has delivered a baby"
Finish everything and report that you are ready
We are rushing to hospital to welcome new born
Now you may be under control and governed
Mother smiled wearily but it was fact
I was still running careless and not serious enough to act
What she must be in mind I failed to know
But of course it strict order to go
What an anxiety to feel as father
Child was asleep but cared by mother
Taken in lap and covered with smooth cloth
There was deep smile on her face and seemed happy both
This may be called glorious day for all mothers
As their life mission is fulfilled like others
What if later on children desert or don't look after!
Now was the time to enjoy happy moments and roar in laughter
Beautiful child opened his eyes and cried
Wife carried him to give me and carefully tried
Mother stared at me silently but happily smiled
New entry was confirmed and filed
You become responsible person all of sudden
Since yesterday you were careless and not taken note of even
Today you are father of child and everybody wants to share moment
"Congrats dear" not a single soul will be left to remind of development
I may be unconcerned as all these happenings
But surely thanked God for new beginning
The sun has shown over my carrier
Nice label of father has been put and removed all other barriers
I shared eye contact with wife
She was elated and felt the taste of real life
She may have lot more to do with new born
But now I was laden with lots of responsibility and concern
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All Through Him
Through what we call natural birth, we’re born onto a sinful earth,
And whatever land we’re born in, we are a child that’s born in sin,
Born separated from God above, who reached out with His love,
Providing redemption for all men, so that we can be Born Again.
Through the Cross God forgives, because of His Son, who lives,
We’re redeemed from all iniquity, all through the cross in Calvary,
Granting men hope and peace, that when received will not cease,
Forgiven through the act of Christ, who for sinners paid the price.
Through the Resurrection is life, for us, in The Lord, Jesus Christ,
As the grave could not hold Him, we gain a New Life, free of sin,
A New Life to live abundantly, leaving sin at the cross of Calvary,
As we live to serve The Risen King, and His Praises we now sing.
Through our Savior Jesus Christ, we become heirs of Eternal Life,
Life in Heaven, with God is in store, for all believers, forevermore,
And we too, shall all be changed, in ways that only God arranged,
While Christ has prepared a place, for believers through His grace.
Today the choice belongs to men, in a world which is condemned,
To continue in their sin or be free, through God’s Lamb of Calvary,
Also, Eternal Life or eternal death, when they take their last breath,
Life with God, it stands to reason, why ignore this special season?
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