In Memory of Ayden Brown, infant son of Jeff & KK Brown

A gift so small and fragile,
given from above.
So brief we held his tiny form
and showered him with love.
And though his time was short with us
Our heart and lives are changed
And aching from such a loss
We'll never be the same.
So, Father, now we beg of you
Please come and take our hand.
For this valley of sorrow
is unfamiliar land.
We do not know Your ways, O Lord,
We do not understand -
All that You have willed for us
or all that You have planned.
Speak peace, O Lord, to aching hearts
who long to hear your voice.
Remind us Lord that though we grieve
One day we will rejoice.
For standing on the other bank
of heaven's glowing shore
We will one day step across
to see our son once more.
And on that day he'll tell us
all that he has done.
Of all the games he's played there
of all of heaven's fun.
And once again we'll hold him
and see his sweet smile.
We will whisper his name again
and hug our dear child.
Till that day, O Lord, we ask
that you pass on our love.
Let it be a quiet lullaby
until we meet him in heaven above.


Ayden Brown.
Born June 14, 2011
Death October 3, 2011

To his family: You remain in our thoughts and prayers daily. May the Lord comfort and keep you in this valley of loss.

Miscarriage

Suddenly, in a moment
the safety and sacredness is torn
When a child once living
in death and sleep is born.
We are left reeling
- a state of unbelief
Our world overwhelmed
by a tsunami of grief
And what shall we do -
grasping just for breath -
So suddenly overtaken
by this flood of death?
Driven to our knees
we long to understand.
And in the midst of agony
we feel your gentle hand
Pulling us closely
O, Lord, we fall into your love
We listen as you whisper
that our child is with you above.

One Year

Father this pain revisited
Is as hard as the first
For a mother's arms left empty
Long for that living birth.
We're haunted with shadowy dreams -
Left longing for something more.
Reaching out across time and distance
All the way to heaven's shore.
They say time changes loss
and memories seem to dim -
But a mother's arms left empty
Never seems to forget them.
Our hearts are left longing
of what might have been
And we are left dreaming
of seeing them again.
Father this pain revisited
Is as hard as the first
So hold me as I weep again
over this loss of birth.