Poems written By Melissa Smith for My Angels
Melissa Smith is a Mother who lost her son Nathanial Blake Moore to an
automobile accident September 1st 2004 at the age of 16, he would have turned 17 that October 2nd, 2004. When I found
Blakes website I was amazed as I read about Blake at how much this young mans life touched me. It was like
reading all the dreams I had for my sons. Melissa has done a wonderful job of keeping Blakes spirit alive, and
I admire her for that. All the peoms on this page were written for my children by Melissa, and I am so proud of each
and every one of them. Please do noy copy these, as they were a gift to my children and there are not many gifts an
Angel can receive.
"Matthews Journey" By Melissa Smith (A Grieving
Mom)
Matthew’s Journey "It's time to go." He told Matthew his young
one. "But wait, I'm not done!" Matthew’s voice replied. "The voice I hear each day is filled with such love, Doesn't
she want me to stay?" "She will understand." He said, reaching out his hand. "How?" Then Matthew’s voice said
questioning. "Have you told her of what you have planned?" "She knows I love her" He said with a gentle smile. "She
realized she would only have you for just a little while." "Then you did tell her of your plans?" "Yes, in her heart
she knows you are off to a better land." "Will she miss me?" Matthew’s voice said sadly. "She will miss you
very much." He said as a tear zigzagged down his face. "Then I won't go, I'll stay right here." Matthew said boldly. "I
like it here, it's so warm and cozy." "But I have plans for you." He said, reaching out his hand. "What kind of plans?" Matthew
said, trying to understand. "I'm going to take you to a wonderful land. You will have others to visit with. Young
one's just like you. Everywhere there is light, and the sky is always blue." That is my favorite color, but "I
don't want to leave her alone and sad." Matthew said reaching for his hand. "You won't leave her alone." He said. "For
I am giving you wings, So you can see her each night to tuck her into bed." " I will get to sing her lull-a-bye's and
tell her I love her and she will hear all I've said?" Matthew said hopefully. He smiled. "She will know you are
always there. In her heart. She knows you will always care." Matthew sat pondering, wondering what to do. Leaving
this place, and going somewhere new? I do like going on trips. Wings will bring me back, any time I choose. He thought
I must leave her, So guess I'm on my way. I will come back often and tell her that I'm okay. She will always feel
me deep within her heart, I will leave my imprint upon her soul, And she and I will never part. Matthew turned to
him and said: "I'm ready to go with you now, Your words have helped me so. I know she will love me even though I
have to go. Just one more question before I leave- This place we are going, Does it have a name? Is it as wonderful
as it seems?" "Yes" he said. "It's called Heaven, and it's a special place to go. A place to rest, a place for love,
and also, a place to grow. So come my child we're on a quest, I'll take you home where you can rest. Please reach
for me and take my hand, I'll lead you to my promise land."
In christian love, Melissa
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Blake was born October 2nd, 1987 and earned his
wings September 1st, 2004
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This page is dedicated
In Memory of
Nathanial Blake Moore
Blakes Monument
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"Matthew"
Written by Melissa Smith for Matthew
I know of siblings, both happy and sweet, This poem is about them both. They
know nothing about each other. She plays around the house and outside, He also plays, but up in heaven, The little
boy who died. She knows he was a child, so sweet and good, Her brother, who was taken away. She doesn't
know enough to miss him. She herself is only a child, and doesn't know the pain, But her mother thinks each day, each
hour, About the little boy who died. She yearns for her little sweet, little son, Her light in her life,
her angel, her hope, She can imagine his moves and his laugh, His happy sounds, his smile, his walk, The sweet
look on his face, On the little boy who died. The little girl runs into her arms, But the little boy
is there too, always. With sadness she embraces them both, In her heart the daughter blossoms, But the son blossoms
even more, The little boy who died.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MATTHEW RAE WILLNOW
So sorry
May God Bless you and your family.I am truly sorry that you have
had to give up your children, but God does have a plan. As I was reading this site I noticed that your last child was born
on my oldest sons birthday. Blake was born Oct. 2nd, 1987 and left this earth September 1st, 2004. his web site is: http://blakemoore.memory-of.com
Melissa Smith
You are in my prayers always, I know my Blake will help take care of your
children. I know you wish you had them here with you, just as I wish my Blake was here with me, Just try to remember that,
"Gone is the life, but NEVER the light." God Bless You. In christian love, Melissa
http://blakemoore.memory-of.com, if anyone would like to visit & learn about my son or to light a candle, etc.
I would be honored for them to do so.
Thanks Melissa
Please Move in Me My Darling By Melissa Smith (A grieving mom)
O stir in me, my darling, For now the sun must rise, The
sun that will draw open The lids upon your eyes. O move in me, my darling, The knife of day is bright
To loose the threads that bind you Within the flesh of night. Today I lose and find you, Whom
yet my blood would keep, Would weave and sing around you The spells and songs of sleep. None but I shall
know you As none but I have known, Yet there's a death and a God Who wait for you alone. So move
in me, my darling............. In memory of Matthew | | | |
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