A place for you to remember Christiana through artwork and poetry
Christiana
I meet her
on the basketball court, we instantly became friends.
Dribbling,
passing, layup and shooting.
Did I say she
was fun and easy to be around?
I meet her
on the soccer field, we instantly became friends.
Kicking, heading,
passing and shots on goal
No drama or
gossip and full of energy abound.
We traveled
around tournament time.
With
families and friends, we left our worries behind.
Time went fast,
No one ever says at ten years old that you
Should hug
and hold because you just don’t know.
I meet her
at the hospital room, nobody knew;
Doctors, nurses,
SpongeBob and both our moms.
She was ill,
but she was fun, and easy to be around
No drama or
gossip and trying hard to have energy abound.
I left her
at the graveyard, where Jesus walked her home.
I knew she
went with Him to heaven,
Because she
was fun, easy to be around, no drama, or gossip
With a spirit
full of energy abound.
-Amelia Rodriguez
Dreaming
Dreaming about her every
now and then,
Thinking about all the
fun times we had,
Playing the sports that
we deeply loved,
And all of the sudden
it comes to an end.
Dreaming about the days
that I visited her,
Seeing her in pain and
heartache,
Weak as a new born baby,
But never seeing her insecure.
Dreaming about that day,
December 20,
When we had to say our
goodbyes,
But knowing that she will
wait for us when our day comes,
To join her in God’s
Land of Milk and Honey.
Amelia Rodriguez
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
When yesterday was tomorrow I had you in my thoughts, of games we had yet to play talks we had yet to have and songs we had yet to sing together.
When yesterday had come to pass, it put me in today Where I have you in my thoughts, of games we will never play talks we will never have and songs we will sing in your memory.
When today becomes yesterday I will have you in my thoughts Of games we have yet to play Talks we have yet to have because in my heart I know in Heaven I will see you again.
-Tiphanie Gonzalez
Ascension
And if I go, while you're still here...
Know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure - behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me, so you must have faith.
I wait the time when we can soar together again, - both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest. And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart ... I will be there.
- Colleen Hitchcock
Between the Dash
I read of a reverend who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone from the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came the date of his birth and spoke of the following date with tears. But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time he spent alive on earth. and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; the cars...the house...the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change? If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real and always try to understand the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile...remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read with your life's actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?
Linda Ellis (courtesy of Chelsea Pavick)
Gently
A dream. So real, yet not I felt her, touched her Kissed her. Looking at photos of a face deceased Her face She awoke, in bed I went over, unphased. Serena was there. I sat with them, stroked her hair She leaned into me. She couldn't move much, but she could Feel her legs. She looked skinny, but not sick We talked, laughed I helped her move, my hand behind her head. I was very gentle. I knew she would die again soon, but I wasn't Worried Serena and I laid with her, faces touching Her responses got slower I didn't want to lose her I was still calm We were there for a funeral But not hers As people arrived for the funeral, I looked down. I was wearing black. I didn't want to leave her. The funeral was starting... I stalled. I didn't want to leave her. I never worried about her because somehow I knew This was a dream I knew she wasn't supposed to be alive. I held her head and gently laid it down She was adjusting, and her head almost fell off the bed She couldn't support her head I caught her Gently I held her head Stroked her hair Kissed her Gently.
-Evelyn Powery
(2/8/08) one day before her 13th birthday
Don't Cry For Me Daddy
Don't cry for me Daddy, I am right here, Although you can't see me, I see your tears,
I visit you often, Go to work with you each day, And when it's time to close your eyes, On your pillows where I lay
I hold your hand and stroke your hair, And whisper in your ear, If you're sad today Daddy, Remember I am here
God took me home, This we know is true, But you will always be my Daddy, Even thought I'm not with you
I am Daddy's little girl We will never be apart For every time you think of me Please know I'm in your heart
I love you Daddy! Your Baby Girl
More to come! If you want to send your artwork or poetry to be submitted on the website in memory of Christiana, contact Evelyn.
"Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of Heaven." Matthew 18:4
