50+ Best Christmas Poems For Loss Of Child

What Love Is By Alyshia R. Thomas

True treasure is not found on ships in chests of silver and gold
True treasure is not ruby rings or jewels from long ago.
You don’t need a treasure map to find chests beneath the sea.
True treasure is simply the love and joy found in you and me!

The Bench By Emma Marie Etwell

Sitting alone,
On a bench that’s made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
As I look out
Onto the beautiful sea shore,
Memories overtake me,
And wishes of making more.
Do you remember this special place?
And the moments we had here?
You made my life that day,
And that I will always hold near.
I find myself walking,
Not knowing where to go,
But I always end up
In that special place that we know.
I sit down, can’t move,
Waiting for you to show,
And when I feel your hand on mine,
That’s when I will go.
Do you see, my darling,
That this bench was made for two,
And one day in the future,
It will be filled again by me and you.

An Ugly Pair of Shoes By Author Unknown

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable Shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.

Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.

To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.

Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some, have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some, have worn the shoes so long that days will go by,
before they think of how much they hurt.

No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.


Hopes and Dreams Lost By Jesse David’s Mom

Today I touched what you left behind,
Oh, so many memories attached to it all.

I gently rub my fingers across the last shirt you wore,
And try to inhale your remaining scent embedded in the fabric.

Packing and sorting your life, your hopes and dreams that will never be…
What am I searching for among this earthly stuff?

Perhaps trying in vain to recreate that which is lost,
And I want to pretend so hard that yesterday never happened….

I remember the words of Jesus, “In my house are many mansions…”
Prepare my heavenly place next to you, oh so close,
Where you will always be within the reach of my embrace…

Your Mom forever…


For The Need Of You By Deborah Robinson

I need you to touch,
I need you to see,
I need you so much,
I need you with me.

My life feels so empty,
My heart feels so cold.
I need you beside me,
I need you to hold.

Why were you taken?
I ask that each day,
But no one will answer,
I therefore now pray.

I pray that you’re happy,
I pray that you’re safe,
I pray that I’ll hear you,
And that I have faith.

That’s all I have now
I have to believe
In life beyond this one,
We all must achieve.

Come to me, Liam,
And whisper my name.
Tell me you’re happy,
and I’ll be the same.

My life at the moment
Is empty and dark.
The light that once shone
Has gone out in my heart.

Poems for Child Loss

“There is no foot so small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world”



Heaven’s Rocking Chair


Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?


Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?


My heart is aching for you,
my angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life,
the short time you were here.


I know you’re in a happy place,
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.


by Ron Tranmer ©




Teddy Bear


It’s my very favorite place.
I feel closer to you there.
We rock the hours away.
Me and your Teddy Bear.


The rocking chair is squeaking,
as rocking chairs will do.
I pretend the one I’m holding
isn’t Teddy Bear, but you.


I miss your little chubby cheeks.
They were so fun to kiss.
Cuddling you, and hearing you goo
are among the things I miss.


Precious memories of you linger.
My child I miss you so.
I hope one day my heart will heal.
It’s hard to let you go.


When in time God calls me home
to be with you up there;
With joy I’ll hold you in my arms
instead of Teddy Bear.


By Ron Tranmer ©



The way I feel


They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason,
Will change the way I feel,


No-one knows the heartache,
That lies behind my smile,
No-one knows how many times,
I have broken down and cried,


I want to tell you something,
So there won’t be any doubt,
You’re so wonderful to think of,
But so hard to be without.


~Author Unknown



The Cord


We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.


It’s not like the cord
That connects us ’til birth
This cord can’t been seen
By any on Earth.


This cord does it’s work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.


I know that it’s there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.


The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can’t be destroyed
It can’t be denied.


It’s stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.


And though you are gone,
Though you’re not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.


It pulls at my heart
I am bruised…I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.


I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can’t take it away!


written by Amy Merrick when her 14 month old daughter passed away from a brain aneurysm in 1992 




I’ll Lend you a Child


I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, he said.
For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she’s dead.


It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?


She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief.
You’ll have her lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.


I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.


I’ve looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes
I have selected you.


Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take her home again?


I fancied that I heard them say,
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done!’
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.


We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
We’ll love her while we may,
And for happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.


But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we planned.
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.


by Edgar Guest



God saw you


God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, “come to me”.
You didn’t deserve what you went through, so he gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,  so peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back to suffer that again.





Little Wing


Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
and fly again.


Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far to beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem’ry bittersweet
Until we meet.


Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won’t forget


Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light


Written by: Jean-Jacques Goldman and Phil Galdston
Sung by: Celine Dion



Eskimo Proverb


“Perhaps they are not stars,
but rather openings in heaven
where the love of our lost ones
pours through and shines down upon us
to let us know they’re happy.”



Please Don’t Ever Tell Me


I’m going to tell you something
I hope you’ll never have to know.
I’ll tell you how a heart can break
And tears can constant flow.


I lost my baby girl you see,
An angel in my eyes
God chose to take her hand one day
And led her to the skies.


But please do not forget my child
She was a person too
And forever she will live
Inside of me and you.


So, please don’t ever tell me
That time will heal my pain
Because not even time
Can bring her back again.


Just tell me she is happy
In that land way up above
She’s snuggled in an angels wings
All wrapped in Mommy’s love.

If Only


If only, my child, I could send,
A basket filled with love,
And pretty blue forget-me-not’s
To your new home above.


If only I could send a hug
Past every twinkling star,
And a suitcase filled with kisses
Up to heaven where you are.


If only I could rock you
As I did not long ago,
And sing you one more lullaby
Before you had to go.


If only’s fill my every thoughts
As my heart is aching for you.
With faith, I’ll wait until the time
“If only’s” all come true.

Garden of Stone by By Ron Tranmer


He wiped away the snow
and laid down a single rose.
Thinking of what might have been,
and pain only the bereaved knows.


Another tear falls in a garden of stone…..


He could have been president,
a ballplayer or won a Nobel prize.
But it’ll never come to be,
and we’ll never look into his eyes.


They said it was routine,
Don’t worry, we do it every day.
But something went oh so wrong,
now they don’t know what to say.


Another tear falls in a garden of stone…..


We watched the tubes and wires,
and they said that he was gone.
A life snuffed out too early,
never to see another dawn.


Another tear falls
in the garden of stone.
Another day passes
and they’re all alone.


The world gets older
but he’s still two.
And we dream of things,
he’ll never do.


He’ll never ride a two wheeler,
Or take a bus to school.
All we have are our memories,
we’ve lost our precious jewel.


Never play in little league
never steal a first kiss,
We think of all those things
he’s going to miss.


Never go to college,
never walk down the aisle,
Never know the joys of parenthood.
we miss him all the while.


Another tear falls in the garden of stone.


Do you Remember me? By Beckie


I can’t believe after all this time, I can’t get over you,
I guess a love like ours is one of a kind, a love that is true.
It’s been nine years sense you left me to go to God & heavens immensity,
Do you still remember me?


It’s like a bad dream that plays over & over in my head,
Of things I wish I’d done or words I would of said.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you,
Even after all this time, what am I going to do?


Maybe this is the way mommys are suppose to feel,
Perhaps our wounds are never intended to heal.
If I could ask but one question why,
How is it God could need you more than I?

Her Name Sings my Soul By author unknown


The mention of my child’s name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.


If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.

There’s Nothing By by Ron Tranmer


There’s nothing in this world
that brings such happiness,
as that of a dear sweet child,
to hold, love, and caress.


As one comes into our family
there is no greater joy.
It matters not the gender,
baby girl or baby boy.


There’s nothing in this world
that brings such heartfelt sorrow,
as to have them in your life one day
and find them gone tomorrow.


At the loss of a little child
we must have faith, love, and trust
in God, our Heavenly Father,
who gave the child to us.


Love for the gift He gave us.
Trust in His wisdom divine,
and faith we’ll hold our child again
in a better place, at a better time.


Sweet Angel Alexis By Stepanie Kull

Sweet Angel Alexis
Sweet Angel Alexis
So innocent and gay,
until a disease called meningitis
took your life away.

I will never see you laugh,
I will never see you smile,
until we meet in Heaven,
we’ll see your face at last.


My sweet Angel Alexis
in your white christening gown,
you are resting in peace
wearing a beautiful golden crown.


What a unique little halo
you have above your head,
the fluttering feathered wings
pressed softly upon your back.


My sweet Angel Alexis
is what we call you now,
So precious to us you are
even though you’re not around.


How we wish we could see you
behind that Pearly gate,
walking along side Jesus
no longer our hearts ache.


My sweet Angel Alexis
I look for you in the sky,
listening for you to sing to me
and tell me you’re nearby.


God protects his children
and keeps them safe and warm,
waiting for Mommy and Daddy
when they are old and worn.


We know we’ll see you soon someday,
until then I pray.
My sweet Angel Alexis
in our hearts you will stay.


-We love and miss you our sweet Angel Alexis
Love Mommy and Daddy

Empty By Kim Knapp


Do not tell me I am strong
You only see my days
Filled with details and work


You have never shared my nights
Long evenings empty
Except for memories and tears


My despair is sacrificed
to responsibility
You would be strong too
If you had no other choice

Sixteen Candles By Sharon Philbin

Your 16th birthday came and went,
There were no candles on your cake.
Just a flood of memories,
Funny, Heartfelt, Wonder, Excitement,
Anger, Teasing, Fear, Anxiety, Joy, Worry, Laughter…..
Your 16th birthday came and went.
There were no candles on your cake.


Just for Today  By Vicki Tushingham – For Bereaved Parents


Just for today I will try to live through the next 24 hours
and not expect to get over my child’s death,
but instead learn to live with it, just one day at a time.


Just for today I will remember my child’s life, not just her death,
and bask in the comfort of all those treasured days
and moments we shared.


Just for today I will forgive all the family and friends
who didn’t help or comfort me the way I needed them to.
They truly did not know how.


Just for today I will smile no matter how much I hurt on the inside,
for maybe if I smile a little,
my heart will soften and I will begin to heal.


Just for today I will reach out to comfort a relative or friend of my child,
for they are hurting too,
and perhaps we can help each other.


Just for today I will free myself from my self-inflicted burden of guilt,
for deep in my heart I know if there was anything in this world
I could of done to save my child from death,
I would of done it.


Just for today I will honor my child’s memory
by doing something with another child
because I know that would make my own child proud.


Just for today I will offer my hand in friendship
to another bereaved parent
for I do know how they feel.


Just for today when my heart feels like breaking,
I will stop and remember that grief is the price we pay for loving
and the only reason I hurt is because
I had the privilege of loving so much


Just for today I will not compare myself with others.
I am fortunate to be who I am
and have had my child for as long as I did.


Just for today I will allow myself to be happy,
for I know that I am not deserting her by living on.


Just for today I will accept that I did not die when my child did,
my life did go on,
and I am the only one who can make that life worthwhile once more.


Talking is Releasing By Elizabeth Dent


Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who died you know.
Don’t worry about hurting me further,
The depth of my pain doesn’t show.


Don’t worry about making me cry.
I’m already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.


I’m hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn’t exist.
I’d rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.


You asked me how I was doing.
I say “pretty good” or “fine.”
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.