God is Mending Your Wings

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“God is Mending Your Wings”

Waves of grief break you down time and time again,
And it’s up to you to find a way through it-
Whether you crawl, walk or swim.

Dig deep, for strength lies far below the surface-
Below your sorrow, anger, and insecurities.
Below where your heart now painfully bleeds.
Beneath the sadness that makes it hard to breathe.

Release the weight of your sorrow-
And allow your heart to cry.
Break down your wall and allow yourself to feel-
And move through the emotions you’ve locked away inside.

For a time, it feels as though all the good in life has died.
It feels like the darkness will forever transcend the light.
But releasing this heartache will ease your burden,
And soon, you’ll be alright.

Find comfort in knowing you’re not alone.
And it’s okay not to be okay every second of every day.
You don’t always have to remain strong.
In grieving, there is no right or wrong.

One foot in front of the other, one baby step at a time.
Believe me, when I tell you, there is no set timeline-
On when, how long, or how often you will grieve.
Be kind to yourself and take all the time you need.

And please give yourself permission to be held,
To be loved and supported in times when you feel weak.
Accept the same help you offer up so eagerly-
And be patient, for God is mending your wings.

Allow your spirit to evolve, adapt and transform.
Breathe and allow yourself the gift of being reborn-
A new chapter, a new way, a new norm.
Slowly over time, you will begin to see a new light.
The beginning of a new day with a new you, from the inside.

And when you find the courage to stand tall and rise again-
Use your new found strength, the compassion in your heart,
And the love and support from your family and friends.

And have faith — The sky is the limit with God in it.
He sat with you through darkness, so you could see the light.
And He held your broken heart as you mourned this loss of life.
And as you begin to emerge from the darkness into the light,
God will be holding your hand as you don your new wings
And take flight – towards the new you – and a new way of life.

                                        -Tanielle Childers © 2018

The Heart of this Life

My heart falls to the lowest of lows
When a life is lost that I love.
But my heart, too, feels the highest of highs
When I’m filled with immense gratitude and love.

I am passionate about the heart of this life
And every journey here on earth.
I speak openly of life and death
And all that I have learned.

All of the moments spent with family and friends
Are times I treasure most.
I hold onto those with all of my hear
And keep them very close.

In times of grief, I reflect on my life
And dive in to understand.
Every day brings a brand new set of emotions
And I welcome them the best I can.

In allowing these emotions to move through me,
My heart is overcome by all that it feels.
But I’m giving my spirit permission to cry
And to take this time to heal.

When I fall, I fall hard.
I shake my fist at the sky and cry my way through-
But I love this life and the family I have
And I’ll stand tall again with strength anew.

I am moved to write down these moments as I feel them-
About the emotions that tug at my heart.
I believe our lives are about connecting with one another
We were not meant to go through it alone or apart.

Tanielle Childers © 2017

Rising Again

Starting over is a far cry from easy.
There are days when it feels harder than it needs to be.
Moments when life feels as though it’s defeating me.
Deflating me. Cheating me.
Making me fight just to keep the peace in me.
Shadowing the light I try to keep alive inside of me.
Days when giving up feels like an easier choice for me.
Just rolling over and letting life get the very best of me.
Giving in and allowing the tough times to conquer me.
But, that’s not how I want the story to end for me.

These hard times are breaking me down
And allowing me to build a better me.
Teaching me new faith and strength
And renewing my belief in me.
I know I have what it takes
To be the best version of me I’m able to be.
I’ve never been one to give up so easily.

The dawn of a new day
Gives way to another fight for me.
One foot in front of the other
Towards the person, I wish to be.
Acknowledging my emotions
And taking time out for the healing of me.
Celebrating the moments in every small victory.
Pausing to take in this beautiful world that surrounds me.
Feeling the love and support all around me.

I will take these broken wings
And learn to fly — To defy gravity.
Today was a really tough day for me,
But it will not be the last of me.
I’ll be back tomorrow-
To rise up again against the weak in me.
To push forward beyond my own negativity.
Letting go of my poor self-image
And all the doubts I have in me-
And run towards everything
God put me on this earth to be.

                                   -Tanielle Childers © 2017

My Bright Shooting Star

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What a Wonderful World

 

This is a poem about miscarriage … I recently miscarried for a second time … on my 41st birthday. The heartbreak doesn’t ever get any easier (for any of us) and every day brings different emotions in the grieving process. So often, miscarriages are suffered in silence. I’m on a mission to break the silence by sharing my heart and journey with those who have also suffered. In honor of every parent who has grieved or are currently grieving the loss of their baby, my heart and prayers go out to you. You are not alone in your pain. May you find peace and healing in your own journey.

Suffering from postpartum depression makes every day a new day. Some days are not as graceful as others, but we are grieving, surviving and mending our hearts each day the very best we can…

My Bright, Shooting Star

July 7th
Twenty-seventeen-
Another special birthday
For my beautiful mom and me.

It also became the day I would miscarry-
Our sweet baby not meant to be.
How uncanny –
Our shared birthday, now x 3.

How heart-wrenching-
And yet somehow beautiful.
How bitter-
And yet somehow sweet.
So very special and somber-
But an overall healing day for me.

My emotions were running high
The pain and heartache
In saying goodbye.
A day meant for celebrations-
But as you began to leave,
the heartbreak made me cry.

Yet in it and through it,
I felt a light in God’s grace.
Your spirit bright and beautiful
And with me-
You were destined for heaven
Instead of this time and place.

How fragile this life –
So beautiful, salty and sweet…
When the sadness overtakes me,
When my heart struggles to find its beat,
God’s grace is there to hold me up
And bring me to my feet.

As the sun began to set,
And the birthday celebrations
Came to an end-
We hugged each other tight,
In gratitude-
For every moment spent.

As we pulled out
And headed for home that night,
You made your presence known-
A bright shooting star
Fell before our eyes.
All was well in heaven
And we knew you’d made it home.

-Tanielle Childers © 2017

 

You Are My Sunshine

Dear Kaia, Korbin & Caleyo,

I LOVE you more than words
Could ever describe …
More than every STAR that dances
In the MAGICAL night sky.

I love you with my whole HEART-
With all that I am and will ever be.
You are my SUNSHINE, my LIGHT
And the greatest part about me.

You are AMAZING, INCREDIBLE-
And perfectly you.
God blessed me with life’s greatest GIFT
When he lovingly graced me with each one of YOU.

-Tanielle Childers © 2016

In Loving Memory of Grandpa Mac

In loving memory of my grandpa, Robert Steven McLaughlin, aka (Stubby to me). He was more like one of my best friends – someone I loved to be around as much as I could. I loved his sarcastic and ornery nature and loved following his lead by dishing it all right back. I adored him and still do – and I miss him dearly! I wanted to honor him and his life by reading the following poem at his funeral.

 

In the early morning hours
On Tuesday, August 18, 2015
With family by his side,
Jesus came to carry him home-
And he took in a breath
For the very last time.

I wish you could know
This incredible man as we do-
The strength of his character, quick-wit
And famous slicked-back hairdo.

This man holds our hearts
As we once held his hand.
We love him so deeply-
He helped shape our whole Clan.

He was once tough as nails-
Unafraid to speak his mind-
More stubborn than most-
A hard-edged, but kind-hearted
Joke-telling, One-of-a-kind.

A feisty and ornery
Tough-loving spirit.
No one knew better than he did-
And he wouldn’t even hear it.

He was our family mechanic
Always there to help fix it.
But, abide by his rules
And give back ALL of his tools-
Or you might never, EVER
Hear the tail end of it.

He was an artist by right-
Though he’d never claim it as true.
He was an amazing wood carver,
Woodworker, metal sculptor, welder,
And hand-made, gift-giving
Family man, too.

He caught rattlesnakes in North Dakota
Brought them home in wire cages-
And kept a jar with just one-
In his garage through the ages.

He used to hand feed the squirrels
A single peanut on his lap.
Then, he started feeding the birds-
And his love for the squirrels-
Became electric after that.

He enjoyed camping with loved ones.
Four-wheeling and day hikes.
Sitting around the campfire
And retiring early each night.

At home it was just known-
That he had his own chair.
It was his and his only-
And best of luck to you-
If you happened to sit there.

His clothes always pressed,
His belly always fed.
And his hair meticulously styled
On top of his head-
Was NOT to be messed with-
At least, that’s what he said.

He loved his toast burnt,
Half and half on his cake,
Peanut butter with breakfast
And loads upon loads of butter
On his baked potatoes and steak.

He loved sipping whiskey and water
With the mixture just right-
Or blackberry Brandy
To unwind for the night.

Thank you from our hearts
For all you have given.
Your love keeps on loving
And our memories will go on living.

We already miss you so dearly,
But thank our Heavenly Father
For the gift of you.
Your fiery spirit lives on
In the heart of this Clan
And through all you’ve instilled
In each one of us, too.

-Tanielle Childers (Tillie) © August 18, 2015

Dear Dason – 3 Years Ago Today

Dear Dason,

Three years ago today-
We learned of your passing.
Our sweet baby-to-be
Gone from this earth,
To life everlasting.

Born to be an angel,
On golden wings, you took flight.
Soaring freely
Through the sky.
Up to the heavens-
Up to the light.

Your life-
A beautiful gift.
One of hope
And of promise.
Your passing-
A humbling reminder
Of all the blessings
Still upon us.

This life-
Is so precious,
So fragile,
So salty-sweet.
Filled with moments
That clench our hearts,
Steal our breath,
Make us weep.
Rendering us helpless-
Unable to speak…

And of moments
Filled with magic,
Pure joy,
Love and light.
Sweet memories,
And reverie
To help carry us
Through each night.

Life is a gift,
I will celebrate today-
In loving memory
Of our Dason-
Born an angel
On this day.

-Tanielle Childers © August 10, 2015

Dear Dason — 2nd Anniversary

Dear Dason,

From the very first moment
I learned of your beautiful
And surprising existence,
I was head-over-heals in love.

I was terrified at the thought
Of how we’d raise three,
But I knew I could do anything
With help from God up above.

Your life was a gift and a blessing to our family.
A miracle we eagerly anticipated.
We built a bright future in all of our hearts.
And lovingly placed you within it.

There are no words for the sorrow we felt-
To learn your heartbeat no longer existed.
The mere shock of it took our breath away.
And we cry each time we relive it.

As your mother, I feel like I failed you-
And my body failed to keep you alive.
My high blood pressure threatened both of us.
And I am forever sorry – for the rest of my life.

I wish that I’d had a single moment in time-
To scoop you up in my arms, to hold you tight.
To snuggle, cuddle and rock you to sleep.
Tuck you in and kiss you good night.

I don’t know why God needed you back so soon.
And I’m not sure that I’ll ever understand.
But, I am forever blessed to have been your mom
Both humbled and grateful for the time we had.

I still run today for the health of my heart.
And I run because of you.
And to live this life as long as I am able,
I run for your sister and brother, too.

I run with you always inside of my heart,
On my mind and with me in spirit.
You are the wings that give flight to my life,
As I move onward, upward and through it.

-Tanielle Childers © August 8, 2014

 

RUN

RUN
To let go
Of the struggles
That weigh you down.

RUN
To breathe new life
Into your weathered
Or broken spirit.

RUN
To free your mind
From the clutter
And chaos that fill it.

RUN
To celebrate your life,
The gift of a new day,
A new dawn,
A new you.

RUN
To reflect on life,
To give thanks to God
For the blessings
That surround you.

RUN
To renew your faith,
Your inner strength,
Your sense of self,
Your belief in you.

RUN
And be prepared
To be broken down-
Only to be built back up
Into so much more.

RUN
Just run today….
Because tomorrow,
You might not get the chance.
Tomorrow may never come.

-Tanielle Childers © July 22, 2014

 

(and if you don’t run – find that ‘thing’ that makes you feel alive – and go and do that.)

 

I PAINT

I PAINT
With my feet on the ground,
My head in the clouds,
Happy colors on my palette
And music in my ears
To awaken my spirit.

I PAINT
With emotion,
My heart and intuition,
With the energy, I feel
Guiding my every decision.

I PAINT
To reconnect,
To stay true to myself,
To feel alive
And to share my heart
With the world around me.

I PAINT
To leave smiles behind-
Tangible moments frozen in time,
In hopes that it will be shared and enjoyed
By more eyes than mine.

I PAINT
To keep on giving
Little pieces of my heart
That will go on living-
Happily ever after.

           -Tanielle Childers © 2014

In Loving Memory of Grandma Mac

This poem was written for my beautiful grandma, Geraldine Mae McLaughlin, who was more like a best friend. I wanted to honor her and her life by reading this poem at her funeral — I still miss her dearly. Whenever I had a new poem or painting to share – I wanted to share them with her!

On Thursday, February 27th
The beautiful morning sun rose
And at 7:30 a.m.
Jesus carried you home.

Six days later at Ash Wednesday Mass
On March 5, 2014
The kids and I sat in the back of the church
Unaware of the emotions the service would bring.

I thought I saw you with your silvery hair
As I quietly knelt down to pray.
Knowing for certain it couldn’t be you,
I did my best to tuck my tears away.

The sorrow swallowed my heart many times.
I felt your spirit tugging at me.
The memories of you kept flooding back.
Your passing is so surreal and hard to believe.

I desperately miss your hugs and your smile
And all of our moments spent together.
But my gratitude for the times we were given,
Truly cannot be measured.

Thank you for a lifetime – of memories filled with you.
For the love you gave and life lessons you taught;
For all of the cookies you made
And the laughter you brought.

For the hamper filled with toys
When we were all young.
For our fond childhood memories
Spent out back playing in the sun.

For four-wheeling, camping,
Hiking and walking,
Roasting marshmallows, star gazing,
Awaking to hot morning coffee.

For your yummy potato salad
And your delicious, fresh-baked pies.
For garage sailing, ARC thrifting
And exciting bargain finds

For game nights, card playing,
Popcorn and Busch Light.
For our talks about life,
And your guidance and insight.

For every holiday and birthday
We celebrated together.
Your life keeps on living
Within our memories forever.

Thank you for your compassion, wisdom,
Support and forgiveness.
Your love keeps on loving,
For your spirit lives within us.

We miss you dearly,
But thank our Heavenly Father for your life.
You truly were the very best
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister and wife.

-Tanielle Childers (Tilly) © 2014

Dear Dason

(a thank you poem written to honor our unborn son, exactly one year after we lost him)

ONE LOSS
I never envisioned happening.
EARTH SHATTERING WORDS
I never imagined hearing.
THAT DAY
I never saw unfolding.
A NIGHTMARE
I never dreamed of knowing.
ONE MOMENT
Changed our lives forever.
ONE TINY LIFE
Transformed my health for the better.
ONE MOMENT AT A TIME
My broken heart recovered.
ONE YEAR
Battling Postpartum and depression.
With the strength of your spirit,
God’s grace and protection.
IN HONOR OF YOU
I took a series of small steps
In a healthier life direction.
365 DAYS AGO
I began a journey of rediscovering
The true miracle of what it means to be alive.
BECAUSE 365 DAYS AGO
We were forced to say goodbye
To the life I carried inside.
You’ve been the brightest light-
Through all my darkest of times.
Losing you has both tested and strengthened me.
You have completely transformed my life.
It’s been a long, hard road
Since that awful, dreadful day.
But we have found some sort of peace
In your death along our way.
As a family, we grew stronger,
Pulled together, held each other,
Cried together, laughed together,
Spent time with one another.
Spoke openly of life and death
And how nothing lasts forever.
You are and always will be
Our sweet angel gone too soon.
We miss you, son. We always will.
They miss their brother, too.
I cannot express the depth of my gratitude.
I love you Dason, with all my heart
And owe my life to you.

– Tanielle Childers © August 2013

My Angel in the Sky

The sun outside is shining bright.
Not a cloud up in the sky.
And yet this darkness swallows me whole.
My heart chokes on goodbye.

Sorrow wraps around me tight,
Making it hard to breathe.
And though I know this too shall pass,
For now, I’m asked to grieve.

The life I once held close to mine,
Protected in my womb-
Has died and gone to heaven
And was taken much too soon.

Hold on to those you love so dear.
Memorize the moments as they pass by.
Live, love, laugh all you can
And learn from the tears you’re asked to cry.

If nothing ever changed in life,
Butterflies would not be.
And heaven would have no angels
If God never set them free.

The sun outside is shining bright
Not a cloud up in the sky.
My son’s life and death has awakened me.
My heart beats for him this time.

His spirit wraps around me tight.
His death so hard to believe.
And yet the light he shines on me,
Gives me all the strength I need.

I miss him so, my beautiful boy
And honor his life by living mine.
I love him still, I always will.
My heart beats for him this time.

Hold on to those you love so dear.
Memorize the moments as they pass by.
Live, love, laugh all you can
And make the most of this beautiful life.

If nothing ever changed in life,
Butterflies would not be.
And heaven would have no angels,
If God never set them free.

The sun outside is shining bright.
Not a cloud up in the sky.
If nothing ever changed in life,
Our angels wouldn’t fly.

-Tanielle Childers © 2012

Hold Us In Your Arms

Darkness swallowed my morning light.
The storm came crashing down.
Heaven stole my happiness
And left me here to drown.

Naked in its powerful grip-
Its strength too much for me.
A heavy heart, my distant cries.
The light too hard to see.

Hold me in your arms, Dear Lord.
Do not let me go.
Please help me now to weather this storm-
Forgive me if I’m slow.

With all my soul, I honor you son-
The short life you shared with me.
My beautiful boy, you hold my heart.
From this life, God set you free.

My little angel rests with you.
Dear Lord, please hold him tight.
Watch over him, love him, protect him,
From me – a kiss good night.

Hold me in your arms, Dear Lord.
My heart is torn in two.
Please help me now, to weather this storm.
My faith still lies in you.

Help me not to understand,
For that, I never will.
Just help me find some peace of mind.
A light in this, God’s will.

Please let me spill my tears with you.
But, help me to stand tall.
Please shine your light and grace on me.
And catch me if I fall.

Hold me in your arms, Dear Lord.
Do not let me go.
Please help me now, to weather this storm.
My son, I’ll never know.

Hold me in your arms, Dear Lord.
My heart is torn clear through.
Please help me now, to weather this storm.
My faith still lies in you.

-Tanielle Childers © August 31, 2012

Shame on the Sad Dreams

Shame on the sadness that haunts me in my dreams-
Of others being pregnant and what’s not meant for me.
Awaking again and again to the harsh reality-
Of the life that will never breathe beside me.

Left feeling empty and tangled in blues-
Over the life, we already envisioned with you.
And the excitement we shared in all we would do.
And now, the courage to push on after losing you.

Shame on the sadness that takes my breath away
And on the dreams that come to haunt me each day.
To remind me again of my broken heart-
In a thousand pieces, scattered apart.

Shame on the phantom baby flutters I feel.
And the excitement it stirs before realizing – it’s not real.
To remind me again and again of the harsh reality-
Of the life that will never breathe beside me.

Left feeling empty and tangled in blues.
Lost in my thoughts of forever missing you.
Now wondering what path in life I must choose.
The end of the dream we built around you.

I once took for granted, the life in my womb.
And I cannot go back. I cannot redo.
Awaking again and again to reminders of you.
Feeling empty and sad and tangled in blues.

Shame on the dreams that haunt me as I sleep.
Of the life that will never breathe beside me.

-Tanielle Childers © August 27, 2012

Our Sweet Baby – Born Sleeping

Our sweet baby,
Dason Albert Childers
Born sleeping on August 10, 2012
(19 weeks gestation)

A HUGE surprise, my number three.
So caught off guard, so meant to be.
Alive and well at 16 weeks.
The beautiful life inside of me.
My most difficult pregnancy, age 36.
Early hypertension, a dirty rotten trick.
Placed on powerful meds – a doctor’s fix.
I worried terribly about the strength of it.
Our sweet baby died around 17 weeks,
But we wouldn’t find out until week 19.
My husband, myself, my mom and both of our kids-
Watching the ultrasound to see what gender our baby is.
The technician’s face changed as she studied the screen.
I watched her intently wondering what it might mean.
The words that came out when she finally spoke-
Made my heart stop. The shock stuck in my throat.
Should your kids step out while I deliver the news?
Was the question she asked us and we were to choose.
Toby asked if it was bad and she said that it was.
Regretfully, I decided she would first tell just us.
So both kids stepped out of the room with my mom-
When the door finally closed came the drop of a bomb.
I can’t find a heartbeat – your baby has died.
Toby and I embraced tight – while both of us cried.
As we hugged and sobbed, I couldn’t seem to breathe-
The beautiful life I carried had died inside of me.
We were led down the hall to a room to grieve.
A nurse held my hand tight as she walked with me.
The midwife stepped in and quietly sat down.
Her face so somber, her eyes a deep, dark brown.
She was searching my face for the words she might say-
The tears flooded my eyes, I couldn’t wipe them away.
She spoke softly and quietly, in the gentlest of ways-
“I’m so sorry this has happened, and it’s not okay.”
The words somehow escaped me, both audible and clear.
What do we do now and where do we go from here?
I could deliver my baby and they would induce me-
Or my only other option, a procedure called a D&E.
For me the answer was instant – it came from my heart.
I would honor the life within me by doing my part.
I’d deliver my baby, go through the pain so I could heal.
I’d be fully present and not so numb that I wouldn’t feel.
It was decided and arranged for the very next day.
And I closed my eyes tightly wishing this would all melt away.
Then suddenly I longed to have my children at my side.
I ached for their presence and to look into their eyes.
I sobbed out the news as they stepped through the door.
Kaia burst into tears and cried, it rocked her to the core.
We held our children tight to comfort them in their grief.
My mom knelt down and together we mourned – in total disbelief.
My dad arrived to be with us as we began to sort things through.
The kids would spend the night with them, in the morning I’d be induced.
A sleepless night with unchartered waters that lie anxiously just ahead.
I began mentally preparing to give birth to our sweet little baby – born dead.
With but a wink of sleep, the next morning came. It had arrived all too soon.
Our nightmare began unfolding as we checked in and were taken to our room.
I remember shivering so hard from the cold and sobbing as I stripped down.
Everything familiar and suddenly dreadful as Toby helped me into my gown.
I climbed into the bed prepared for delivery and settled my nerves as I wept.
Toby was my strength, loving and supporting me; my side he never left.
Induced around 9:30 a.m., the beginning of a long and heartwrenching day.
Around 2 p.m. my labor progressed, our sweet baby was now on the way.
Dason Albert Childers was born sleeping at 4:30 p.m. on Friday, August 10, 2012.
Our beautiful baby boy, now our angel up in heaven and in our hearts forever held.

-Tanielle Childers © August 15, 2012