Poems for the Missing
Feel free to send me contributions to this page, gratefully accepted - nicole@australianmissingpersonsregister.com
A musician friend of mine, David Taylor was inspired by what I do to write a song about a missing girl. Called "Somebody Beautiful", you can hear the song by clicking here. See the box on the right, click on the link that says Somebody Beautiful.
Thank you David, it's a beautiful song and I am so touched that you wrote it.
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IF I KNEW
Author: Copyright © George Michael
Grossman
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say " I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be ther to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say " I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our " Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, hug, or a kiss
and you were to busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them you'll alway hold them dear
Take time to say " I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or " It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
- Dedicated to Lateesha Nolan, by her Dad Mick.
….More Tears….
Some Hardly Believe You’re Gone
Left
Them All Alone
With
Their Wondering,
Why...
While
Your Out There ,Somewhere, Laying
Under
Soil And Leaves
From
Times Aging Trees
You
Remain Missing
And
More Tears Begin.
Family Gatherings Are No Longer The Same
As
One Or More Think
Maybe
They Are To Blame
Why
Why
It Is That You Took Your Lonely Self Away
And
Hid From Life Forever.
Now
More Tears Run Even Heavier…
And
The Years Bring With Them Memories
Of
How You Could Just Turn Your Back And Disappear
But
We Hazard To Guess At Your Reasoning
For
We Sometimes Would Like To Do Just That...
Escape.... If Only For A Day…
A
Mother, A Son, A, Grandmother, Oh Father
Why
Did You Go Away...?
Seasons Still Come By You In Fours
The
Winter Brings A Frozen Soil
Spring The Blossoms Bright,
Summer Make The Ground Almost Boil
And
The Autumn Leaves Cover By Night....
And Somewhere Under Clear Blue Skies
Your
Bones Are Not As White
As
The Enamel On Your Teeth
The
Earth Plants Have Taken Hold Now
And
Dragged You Far Beneath…
And
Somewhere High Above You
The
Birds Once Circled To Say
This
Is Now Your Resting Place
And
This Is How You’ll Stay…
And
One Day
Many
Years From Now
Your
Secret Will Be Reveled
The
Earth Will Draw Back Her Hold On You
And
Offer What She Has Concealed….
Then
There Will Be More Tears
Those Tears Of That Final Relief
As
Now Family Knows
Just
Where You Have Been Laying
But
Still No Answers On Why Did You Go...
2/9/07
Poetry By Creese.H. Syred J.Pã
“Your
Thoughts In Verse”
My name is Kelsey
My name is Kelsey, I’m only two.
I’m way too young to know right from wrong,
I can barely sing a children’s song.
When you hurt me, why can’t you see,
I don’t understand, I’m not even three.
I try to walk, “can’t”.
My little body’s black and blue
and now you have taken my family too.
I love my daddy and he loves me,
Grandma, PaPa, where can you be?
I don’t forget, I think of you
and when I’m hurt, your love shines through.
It’s dark in here, I can’t go on------No!
Wait there’s light, an angel’s song.
I feel God’s hand lift me away:
he has the perfect place to play.
I know you hurt, I see your tears,
but only God knows why I’m here.
Daddy, I’m okay, my body’s new
and I will never, ever forget you.
My name was Kelsey.
Written by Connie Mathews
http://kelsey-briggs.memory-of.com/
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I was sent this poem for the missing
and I hope the author won't mind me
publishing it here -
Missing
Early in every morn', when suns light
the rooms of this house,
you are here-
here, inside pictures on the wall-
here in the silence of memories.
Your movements are felt inside us,
and we reach out to find you
against gray walls, undivided,
sensing your smile all around us,
when thinking your name.
There are those who walk with you,
as angels in the dark...
angels will find you, by your whisper.
And always with you, they watch over you.
And sometimes in the early light of morn',
they gather to the shore of every ocean,
looking out to the tall white waves,
that come in their calling, and together,
chant prayers for the missing,
that may you find a sense of comfort there.
You are lost, but not far from the single
quiet whisper of hope, nor from the eyes
of angels, and hearts of those, who still come
to the silent waves, in wait of light's flicker...
watching from the shore.
You, are not alone.
David Culver
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I read of Jodi Galante's mum wishing she could see her daughter one last
time although the police advised her not to due to the nature of Jodi's
injuries. To anyone who has lost
someone in violent circumstances such as this, I gently urge you to not
put yourself through any further trauma, remember them as they were the
last time you saw them. Everyone has their different views on death, of
course - this poem is one I have always found comfort in, and if your
loved one has been taken from you then may it bring you comfort too. You
don't need to see what violence someone may have inflicted upon them,
they will be with you wherever you are and are no longer in that body.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
~ Mary E. Frye ~ 1932
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Here With Me - Dido
I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
[Chorus:]
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
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micide Victims Homicide Victims Families Wish List
1 I wish you would not be
afraid to speak of our loved ones names. They lived and were very important and
we need to hear their names.
2 If we cry or get emotional if we talk about our loved ones, I wish you knew
that it isn't becauuse you have hurt us;the fact that they have died has caused
us tears. You have allowed us to cry and I thank you. Crying and emotional
outburst are healing.
3 I wish you wouldn't let our loved ones die again by removing their pictures,
artwork, or other remembrances.
4 We will have emotional highs and lows, ups and downs. We wish you wouldn't
think that if we have a good day our grief is all over, or if we have a bad day
we need psychiatric counselling.
5 We wish you knew that death by homicide/ culpable is different from other
losses and must be viewed separately. It is the ultimate tragedy and we wish
wouln't compare it to the loss of a parent, a spouse or a pet.
6 Being bereaved person is not contagious, so we wish you wouldn't stay away
from us.
7 We wish you knew all of the "crazy" grief reactions that we are having are in
fact very normal. Depression, anger. frustration, hopelessness, and the
questioning of beliefs are to be expected following a homicide.
8 We wish you wouldn't expect our grief to be over in six months. The first few
years are going to be exceedingly traumatic for us.
As with alcoholics, we will never be "cured" or a formaly 'bereaved'but
forevermore be recovering from my bereavement.
9 We wish you would understand the physical reaction to grief. I may gain weight
or lose weight,sleep all the time or not at all, develop a host of illnesses and
be accident prone, all of which are related to my grief.
10 Our loved one's birthday, the anniversary of his/her death, and the holidays
are terrible times for us. I wish you could tell us that you are thinking about
them on these days. And if we are quite and withdrawn, just know we are thinking
about them, and don't try to coerce us into being cheerful.
11 Iwish you wouldn't offer to take me out for a drink, or to a party, this is
only a temporary crutch and the only way I can get through this grief is to
experence it. I have to hurt before I can heal.
12 I wish you would understand that grief changes people. I am not the same
person I was before my beloved died and I will never be that person again. If
you keep waiting for me to "get back to my old self" you will stay frustrated. I
am a new creature with new thoughs, dreams, aspirations, values and beliefs.
Please try to get to know the new me- maybe you will still like me. I have
joined the club that know one joines by choice.
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This is a letter by Glendene Grant, mother of missing woman Jessie Foster. Glendene works tirelessly to raise awareness about Jessie's case and is a great comfort and support to the families of the missing worldwide. This letter is both a very personal letter from a mother to a daughter and also a heartfelt plea that will be familiar to every single family of a missing person who reads this.
You can learn more about Jessie by visiting her website - http://www.jessiefoster.ca/