| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 0 |
| Date of Birth | 22/06/1974 |
| Date of Death | 22/06/1974 |
| Visitors | 1,723 since 30/04/2008 |
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Emma Louise stillborn on 22nd of june 1974, you were born just after midnight on a saturday night, i never got chance to hold you in my arms and they still ache all these years later, i saw you for a minuet on my tummy and when they cut the cord they took you away from me,i saw you strawberry blonde hair and you looked beautiful although you were born asleep, you were so perfect, it all seems like a bad dream now. you have 3 sisters now, michaela,anna, and kiria, you have neice olivia 13 a diva,kaylem her brother 11(all the girls love him)remy 10 the footballer! kyle 4 (action man) kellisha 5 girly girl loves pink, last and by no means lewis the wild one loves thomas the tank engine, and how many children would you have had,i miss you so much and i know we will meet again in the next life part of my heart is missing and will never be complete again, i had a normal pregnancy and was told i would be having a section, when i went into labour a junior doctor let me go through the labour instead, and you went into distress,you suffocated and was born asleep,oh how i wish things had been different, i feel cheated,you should be here with us,not in the cemetery. sleep tight emma louise till we meet again,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
I'll only take a nibble
From the tip of your ear
And one bite from the other side
So that you won't look weird.
Yum, you're so delicious!
I didn't mean to eat
Your chocolate tail till Tuesday.
Ooops! There go your feet!
I wonder how your back tastes
With all that chocolate hair.
I never thought your tummy
Was only filled with air!
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
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Friends
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.
- Jean Kyler McManus -
sorry emma xxx
well another xmas came and went without you here, it doesnt get any easier even after all these years,my arms ache just to hold you for a second, i hope you found auntie carole and that you are together,grandad gerry is getting so tired as his cancer spreads, i am not looking forward to new year again, we cant avoid it i just hope its a little better than this year. we havnt been able to get to the cemetry with your flowers yet due to the snow, but as soon as we can we will put flowers down for you. miss you always and forever.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
by Christine We know you went to Heaven,
So that you could say,
“I am the first one of us
To be with Jesus on His birthday!”
This day will be sad,
Because you are not here.
Celebrate with Jesus,
While in our hearts you ‘re near.
One day we will join you,
In Heaven up above.
But until then Celebrate with Jesus,
With an out pouring of Love.
We grieve because you’re not with us,
The Lord had other plans.
He needed a new Angel,
To sing with His Angel Band.
We pray God gives us comfort,
As we all miss you so.
It was really hard,
But we had to let you go.
We try hard to remember,
You are in a better place.
I guess we’re kind of jealous,
You were the first one of us to see Jesus’ face.
Keep your eyes upon us,
Help us when we fall
To get up and brush off,
And be ready for our call.
By: Sister St. Thomas, B.N.D. de N
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
St. Joseph was searching, walking up roads and down;
Our Lady was waiting, so meek and so mild,
While Joseph was seeking a place for the Child.
The children were nestled, each snug in their beds,
The grown-ups wouldn't bother, there's no room they said;
When even the innkeeper sent them away,
Joseph was wondering, where they would stay.
He thought of the caves in the side of the hills,
Lets go there said Mary, it's silent and still;
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made pathways of light for their tired feet to go.
And there in a cave, in a cradle of hay,
Our Savior was born on that first Christmas Day!
The Father was watching in heaven above,
He sent for His angels, His couriers of love.
More rapid than eagles God's bright angels came;
Rejoicing and eager as each heard his name;
Come Power, Come Cherubs, Come Virtues, Come Raphael,
Come Thrones and Dominions, come Michael and Gabriel.
Now fly to the Earth, where My poor people live,
Announce the glad tiding My Son comes to give;
The Shepherds were watching their flocks on this night,
And saw in the heavens and unearthly light.
The Angels assured them, they'd nothing to fear,
It's Christmas they said, the Savior is here!
They hastened to find Him, and stood at the door,
Till Mary invited them in to adore.
He was swaddled in bands from His head to His feet,
Never did the Shepherds see a baby so sweet!
He spoke not a word, but the shepherds all knew,
He was telling them secrets and blessing them too.
Then softly they left Him, The Babe in the hay,
And rejoiced with great joy on that first Christmas Day;
Mary heard them exclaim as they walked up the hill,
Glory to God in the Highest, Peace to men of good will!
'A Christmas Carol' poetry
I
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:
And now they checked their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.
II
They told her how a glorious light,
Streaming from a heavenly throng.
Around them shone, suspending night!
While sweeter than a mother's song,
Blest Angels heralded the Savior's birth,
Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.
III
She listened to the tale divine,
And closer still the Babe she pressed:
And while she cried, the Babe is mine!
The milk rushed faster to her breast:
Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.
IV
Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,
Poor, simple, and of low estate!
That strife should vanish, battle cease,
O why should this thy soul elate?
Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,
Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory?
V
And is not War a youthful king,
A stately Hero clad in mail?
Beneath his footsteps laurels spring;
Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail
Their friends, their playmate! and his bold bright eye
Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.
VI
Tell this in some more courtly scene,
To maids and youths in robes of state!
I am a woman poor and mean,
And wherefore is my soul elate.
War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled,
That from the aged father's tears his child!
VII
A murderous fiend, by fiends adored,
He kills the sire and starves the son
The husband kills, and from her board
Steals all his widow's toil had won;
Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away
All safety from the night, all comfort from the day.
VIII
Then wisely is my soul elate,
That strife should vanish, battle cease:
I'm poor and of low estate,
The Mother of the Prince of Peace.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:
Peace, Peace on Earth! The Prince of Peace is born!
'A Christmas Carol' poetry
'A Christmas Carol' poetry by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
hello emma
hello i have been thinking of you a lot today, i hope you like what we have done to your grave, we will bring some fresh flowers this week, miss you forever and always xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
happy birthday emma
you would have been 36 now proberbly wth babies of your own, i wish things could have been so different and you were here, i miss you more each and every day and yet i feel you near, we are bringing some new stones on thursday and will do a massive clean up of your grave, love and miss you loads every day, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx mumxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Happy Birthday In Heaven - by Winnie Lovett
"Happy Birthday Emma"
It's sure to be the best one yet,
Though you left us here behind.
Did you think that we'd forget?
Your cake this year, will surely be,
A beauty to behold.
With the icing made of Silver,
And the candles made of Gold.
Yes, your birthday in Heaven,
Will be such a grand affair.
And I know you'll look so lovely,
With a halo in your hair.
The Angels will come from everywhere,
To sing your birthday song.
And I know they'll be so happy,
That you've joined, God's Happy Throng.
No I can't send a card this year,
Or give a gift so fine.
So I'll just send a special prayer,
To that wonderful Daughter of yours.
Copyright of Winnie Lovett
Born Asleep - by Unknown Author
“Born Asleep" - such a beautiful phrase,
Always touches me to the core.
The broken cries of a Mother's heart
When it just can't take anymore.
I open my heart, one Mum to another,
So you never lose your hope,
That although it gets no easier,
I promise you'll learn to cope.
Remember your Angel is sleeping
In a world much kinder than ours
And will always be there to hold your hand
Even in your darkest hours.
My own little Angel will keep an eye,
And play with yours in their park.
But you must find your love and strength,
And feed your own little spark.
You'll never be alone my friend,
I will always understand.
If the tides loom up to swallow you,
Just reach out and grab my hand.
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