Mark Wilson

If Heaven Had a Telephone

I cannot dial your number,
I can't get through to you,
I called the operator,
She did all that she could do.

There is no code for heaven,
I cannot place the call,
No numbers left to call,
I reckon I've tried them all.

If heaven had a phone,
I'd ring you every day,
If heaven had a phone,
There's things I want to say.

To tell you that I love you,
And miss you every day,
How much I prayed to god,
That he could let you stay.

If heaven had a phone,
I'd ring you every day,
If heaven had a phone,
I'd hear your voice, know you're okay,

I just want to speak to heaven,
Please do you have a direct line,
Operator says no number,
But your loved one says they're doing fine

Donna Johnson Nee Parr

July 20, 2009

For My Loved Ones

I stood by your bed last night;
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
'It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here.'
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached to me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I flew with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently landed on you; I smiled and said, 'it's me.'
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, 'I never went away.'
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say 'good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning.'
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll fly across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...
then come home to be with me. (By Anon)

Donna Johnson Nee Parr

July 20, 2009

poem from his brother-in-law

Goodbye,goodbye dear brother and son, you left so suddenly and now your gone. A partner and daughter you also left behind, one day we will all surely find peace and harmony as you have now. Some day we'll be together, some way, some how, you smile from the heavens above, as we look up with so much love. Your in our hearts every night and day, and forever that is where you'll stay. Missing you !

Elle Wilson (Daughter)

July 12, 2009

Don't Judge Me - by Unknown Author

Don't judge me for how I left this world,
Remember the love I gave,
A lot of grief will follow me
For the decision that I made.

Changes appear in everyone's life
Some good, some bad,
The one I chose for myself
Made everyone very sad.

But in time the memories will heal the hurt of hearts
And my presence will be felt by all with an inner peace.
Remember me when the sun is bright and laughter fills the air
And a moonlit night and a whisper of wind
Will tell you I am there.

Don't look down on my family
Or fill their hearts with blame
For my leaving them without good-byes
Has left them so much pain.

If I could go back in time
I would say a last good-bye
I would tell them to look to tomorrow
And for me, please do not cry.

Joanne Mum To Alex And Ciara

July 11, 2009

Why? - by Christina M Butz

Dad,
Why did you chose to die?
You left no note with me and why?
You thought you were doing what was best and right.
Why, oh why, did you have to end the fight?
Your pain is something I will never understand.
You must have been so afraid to take this stand.
You left me with a title I am sad to attain.
Suicide Survivor, but who should I blame?
I know your decision was painful to make.
The thoughts in your head
Must have been unbearable to take.
Now that you're gone, I think of you a lot.
You couldn't have known the suffering this has brought.
I pray you are at peace my Angel, and I am in pain.
I count the minutes to Heaven and seeing you again.

Joanne Mum To Alex And Ciara

July 11, 2009