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Vaughn’s Soul©
It is my belief that we are souls who have been given temporary bodies, rather than bodies that have been given souls, and that even though the earthly body will die, the soul returns to God, from whom it originated.
A soul was sent from Heaven,
Ordained by God above.
It lived inside a body,
That grew near a heart of love.
The mother felt its presence,
And thanked the LORD above.
For sending down this body,
Its soul, how she did love.
The body God had formed,
To hold the baby’s soul,
Was found to be imperfect,
Tears fell as she was told.
“The life that grows inside you,
Will soon be swept away.
The body will not sustain him,
It will quickly die that day.”
The mother kept the promise,
She’d made to God above.
To love and care for the child,
Sent to her by His love.
The body that contained the soul,
Fast faded from this earth.
The soul went back to Heaven-
The origin of its birth.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Tiny Baby©
I wrote this poem for Vaughn on the first Memorial Day without him. I have dedicated it to all parents and grandparents who hold children in their hearts, but not in their arms.
Tiny baby,
In my heart,
This I know,
We’ll never part.
There’ll you stay,
As days go by,
But in the night,
Sometimes I cry.
Tiny baby,
Part of me,
God did bless us,
This we see.
For a time,
You were here.
Always, always,
You’ll be near.
Tiny soul,
In Heaven high,
From this Earth,
You did fly.
Arms of angels,
Opened wide,
At God’s side,
You now reside.
Tiny baby,
In my heart,
There you’ve lived,
From the start.
Always here,
Yet always there,
In Heaven fair,
Without a care.
Tiny spirit,
Flying high,
Beauty of Heaven,
In your eye.
Though we miss you,
This we know,
It was God who called,
For you to go.
Tiny baby,
Arms can’t hold,
But our hearts will,
‘Till we’re told,
“Time to come,
To Heaven fair,
To hold the babe,
You’ve held down there.”
Held in heart,
Held in soul,
Held in spirit,
Forever... ‘Till then…
Copyright by Dee Motto
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V-A-U-G-H-N
An acrostic poem using Vaughn's name.
Vaughn lives on,
And will always be,
Undeniably beautiful to me.
Gone to Heaven, much too soon… now
Hearts are broken, but full of love and remembrance.
Never will he be forgotten.
By Dee Motto
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Angel Child©
I often refer to Vaughn as a angel. However, to me it is an endearment, for I believe that angels are different beings than we humans, and that humans can never become true angels of God. Our little ones are so very precious to Him, though, and I know he soars with the angels in Heaven.
Precious little angel child,
I long to hold you tight.
To hold your soft, small hand in mine,
And see your eyes so bright.
I’d love to see you open them,
And gaze upon my face.
And smile a smile so precious,
And it never be erased.
I long to touch your silken hair,
Upon your little head,
And say to you “I love you Vaughn”,
As we tuck you into bed.
To rub your tummy,
And tickle your feet,
Hear you giggle with delight.
I wish that I could have it all,
I wish with all my might.
But here on earth there’s not a place,
Where wishes still come true.
So all I have, my angel child,
Are the moments I had with you.
Those moments I will treasure –
Forever as time goes by.
And never forget the night,
Our angel learned to fly.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Memories©
Living hours away, I wasn't able to be there when Vaughn was born.
At first I prayed so very hard for God to let me arrive in time. I also prayed, as I had from the time I learned he would most likely be born still, that be alive at birth and that my daughter would hear his cries. As time passed on the drive there, somehow God told me it would be ok if I didn't make it in time for his birth, and a peace came over me like none I'd ever known.
While He didn't give me the blessing of my first prayer, he did by grace grant the second, and for that I am forever grateful.
I wasn’t there at your birth,
To hear your baby cries.
But the memory of your soft, warm skin,
Will remain as time goes by.
I wasn’t there to witness your breath,
And sad that I had to miss it.
As your Mommy held you oh so close,
And gave you a zillion kisses.
I know you felt her love that night,
And that of your dear daddy.
They never wanted you to go,
Now their hearts just ache so badly.
We hold with us this memory,
Of how you felt in our arms.
The shape of your face, your fingers and toes,
Will be with us always.
Your soft, dark hair, your resting eyes,
Will not soon be forgotten.
No, not until in Heaven we see,
Again our daughter’s first begotten.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Teardrops©
The night Vaughn was born was rainy and so very dark. As I left the hospital that night (around 3am of the next day), I thought about how my tears were being mingled in with the raindrops falling from the sky.
Teardrops fell from the sky,
On the night that you died.
Just like the teardrops,
That fell from our eyes.
It’s like Heaven wept,
As we felt the pain.
Tears fell from our eyes,
Heaven wept with the rain.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Broken Circle©
Every time our family gathers, there is that feeling of incompletion. Vaughn will never be forgotten. One day we will all be together again. Oh, what a blessed HOPE!
We are a family circle,
But there’s a missing part;
For a precious little boy,
Is always in our heart.
But his home is in Heaven,
And not here on the Earth.
He left us, oh, so quickly,
So soon after his birth.
And so our family circle,
Is not as it should be;
We’d love to have him with us,
To hold, and hug, and see.
To watch him grow and flourish,
Just wasn’t in God’s Plan;
We’d love to go to Heaven,
And bring him back again.
Instead he waits there for us,
And someday we will see,
Our family unbroken,
As it was meant to be.
One by one we’ll fly away,
Towards Heaven’s graceful land.
We will be there with him,
And all walk hand in hand.
Copyright By Dee Motto
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Before Midnight©
Vaughn was born at 11:03pm
He soared to Heaven at 11:55pm.
Just before midnight,
On a dark, rainy night,
A young boy came,
His heart filled with light.
Into a world he will never know,
Because, too soon, he would have to go.
Light shown much brighter,
For only a glimpse.
Then the baby went back
To Jesus, and since-
Our hearts are just breaking,
For why we know not,
We cannot hold him
The way that we ought.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Grandmother’s Heart©
When you hear of a grandchild's impending birth, all sorts of wonderful things go through your head, and in your heart you are already holding that grandchild and giving it more love than you could ever imagine you had within your heart. Oh, the pain, when those dreams are shattered.
A Grandmother’s love would hold you tight,
And rock you gently every night.
A Grandmother’s hope would see the day,
You first smiled, ran, and played.
A Grandmother’s tears forever will fall,
When she’s unable to bear the pain of it all.
A Grandmother sees you in the light,
And it brings her comfort in the night.
A Grandmother’s dreams will never come true,
But she blesses the days she’s shared with you.
Knowing you’d come - wishing you could stay,
But it’s in Heaven, where you run and play.
Copyright by Dee Motto
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Motherhood©
This poem is about Motherhood. It has been so hard as a Mother to see my daughter go through both the joy of expectation, and sorrow of losing Vaughn.
When you are a Mother,
You understand,
That pain and pleasure,
Go hand in hand.
When your child is happy,
When they are sad,
When they behave,
When they are bad.
For each smile in a good time,
There’ll be a tear in the sad,
For the days sublime,
There’s agony to be had.
For the pleasure that comes,
Cannot always stay,
Sometimes there are tears,
Along the way.
Each of the two,
Builds a love so secure,
That you’ll treasure both,
Year after year.
A child grows inside,
And so grows a Mother,
A child is a treasure,
Unmatched by any other.
We pray for the best,
And believe it will be,
But sometimes God’s plans,
Are not ones we can see.
Sometimes things don’t go,
As we have planned,
But our lives, and our children’s,
Are always in His hands.
Pain and pleasure,
They go hand in hand,
Smiles mingle with tears,
For reasons we can’t understand.
Copyright By Dee Motto, 2005
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Firefly©
I visited my daughter where they had been living prior to Vaughn's birth. One evening we went out, and across the fields were fireflies... their lights aglow in the night. I thought about how Vaughn was like a firefly, lighting our lives for just a little while. At the time I didn't know he was destined to be born in the dark of night. His brightness now shines on in Heaven.
Firefly, firefly
In the night,
Flashing, flashing
Of your light.
Gliding, gliding
Through the air,
Swooping, swooping
Without a care.
With each flash
A smile appears
From afar
And from near.
Watch in wonder
Touch in delight,
All the fireflies
Of the night.
Joy, joy
Brought our way,
As we watch
Your carefree ways.
Copyright By Dee Motto – July, 2005
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