PAGE WAS ASKED TO BE PUT UP BY CLH an 11YR OLD
|SIDS IN THE
EYES OF A CHILD
THOUGHTS AND EXPERIENCE
FEELS TO LOSE A SISTER:
I think losing a sister is sad,
besause you dont have her there to play with, or to kiss
and hug anymore. Sometimes when im a school and people
talk about losses, I think about my sister. Once I
started to have tears run down my face. I wish that my
sister didn't die, because I wanted another sister and I
would have her to talk to. I wish it was all a dream, I
miss her so much.
A POEM TO MY
My sister is in my heart forever,
I'll never forget the times we shared together.
sometimes when I'm thinking of you,
I cry and cry, boohoo.
I wish that you didn't have to die.
because then I wouldn't have to cry.
I wish that somebody gave me a warning,
Then maybe you wouldn't of died that morning.
Written By: CLH -11yrs
old.-JULY 7, 1998
JES OH SO SWEET
Little Jes born July6 th,
Oh so sweet, she gave a kiss.
She was cute, she was proud,
and little Jes was not too loud.
everytime I came to see her,
she was happy because she had no fear.
a couple months later I had a tear,
because she passed away, Oh dear.
then I didn't come to see her,
because I know she wouldn't be there.
all I know is that she won't be there,
when I really, really need her.
I cried and cried and soaked all over,
knowing that I need her.
she's in heaven, let her rest in peace,
so then her soul will stay in one piece.
WRITTEN BY DDH an 9yr old-July 8, 1998
am not a parent with a child who cares to share their
story, I am a teen who would like to share the story of
being there when my five week old cousin died.
I was eight years old at the time, my father and I went
over to my aunt's house to watch my five week old baby
cousin. Everything was going well, my father put my
cousin to bed and I soon fell asleep on the floor in my
sleeping bag. Later in the night, my father went in to
check on my cousin and found him not breathing. I
remember waking up and seeing my father in a panick with
my cousin limp in his arms. There was a rush of cold that
came next from the paramedics coming in the front door of
the house. They decided not to wait for an ambulance to
come to bring him to the hospital. Just as they were
getting into the police car, I heard my aunt pull up and
yell, "My baby!!" I was never really told he
was dead, some how I just knew when my grandparents and
mom came over and seeing my dad cry. I've never forgotten
what happened that night although, I haven't told anyone
that and in my heart the memory of my cousin will always
IF A CHILD HAS AN EXPERIENCE AND WOULD LIKE TO SHARE IT,
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME WITH THE ADDITION.
(Remembering no names will be displayed, unless its what you
designed for heavenbound