Heart Poems

All of these poems where found online. I did not write any of them.. 


A HEART MOTHER





One day my world came crashing down,I'll never be the same.They told me that my child was sick.I thought, "am I to blame"? I don't think I can handle this. I am really not that strong. It seemed my heart was breaking. I have loved her for so long. I will not give up on this child. I will listen to your advice. I will give my child any chance. No matter what the price. I will learn all that I need to help my child thrive. I'll even use that feeding tube. My child must survive! Will she need a lot of therapy? Will she gain the needed weight? Please God, help me do this. I will accept our fate. When the monitors beep at night, it serves as my reminder. How many parents would love that sound. Tomorrow I will be kinder. As another Angel earns his wings, I run to my child's bed. I watch her sleep for quite a while. I bend down and kiss her head. I cry for the parents whose hearts have been broken. I look to You wondering why? Oh Lord, I just can't know your ways....no matter how I try. And yet, I trust you hold her life, and guide us through each day. My mind says savor each moment she's here, but my heart begs, "PLEASE let her stay"! From pacing the surgical waiting room, to sitting by her bed. From wishing for a good nights sleep, to learning every med. From wondering, "will she be alright?", to watching him reach out her hands. With every smile my heart just melts, despite life's harsh demands. For all who see that faded line. I look to them and smile. You see my child is loved so much. I would face ANY trial. That scar I trace with my finger (It's the door to her beautiful heart). God must have known how much I'd love her (Just as He loved her from the start). A heart mom is always a heart mom. Now wise beyond her years. For those who have angels in heaven, Our hearts share in all of your tears. Every day I will try and remember, I was chosen for her (and no other). I will always embrace that beautiful day....... When I became a "Heart Mother". Author unknown






What is a CHD???





You passed me in the shopping mall (You read my faded tee). You tapped me on the shoulder, Then asked, "What's a CHD?" I could quote terminology, There's stats that I could give. But I would rather share with you A mother's perspective. What is it like to have a child with a CHD? It's Lasix, Aspirin, Captopril It's wondering...Lord what's your will? It's monitors and oxygen tanks It's a constant reminder to always give thanks. It's feeding tubes, calories, needed weight gain It's the drama of eating...and yes it's insane! It's the first time I held him, I'd waited so long, It's knowing that I need to help him grow strong. It's making a hospital home for awhile It's seeing my reward in every smile. It's checking his sats as the feeding pump's beeping It's knowing that there is just no time for sleeping. It's caths, x-rays and boo boos to kiss It's normalacy I sometimes miss. It's asking do his nails look blue? It's cringing inside at what he's been through. It's dozens of call to his pediatrician She knows me by name, I'm a mom on a mission. It's winter's homebound and hand sanitizer It's knowing this journey has made me much wiser. It's watching him sleeping his breathing is steady. It's surgery day and I'll never be ready. It's handing him over, I'm still not prepared, It's knowing that his heart must be repaired. It's waiting for news on that long stressful day, It's praying...it's hoping...that he'll be okay. It's the wonderful friends with whom I've connected, It's the bond that we share, it was so unexpected. It's that long faded scar down my child's small chest, It's touching it gently and knowing we're blessed. It's watching him chasing a small butterfly, It's the moment I realized I've stopped asking why. It's the snowflakes that fall on a cold winter's day, They remind me of those who aren't with us today. It's a brave little boy who loves Thomas the train, Or a special heart bear or a frog in the rain. It's the need to remember we're all in this plight, It's their lives that remind us we still need to fight! It's in pushing ahead amidst every sorrow, It is finding the strength to have hope for tomorrow. And no, we'll never be the same. It's changed our family, This is what we face each day. This is...a CHD. **Written by Stephanie Husted (fellow heart mom)







CHD poem

What does it mean to be the parent of a child with a heart defect?

It means going into your baby's room a dozen times a night just to check and see if he is breathing.

It means standing over the crib and watching for the chest to rise and fall and when you don't see it move you begin to panic and put your head down close to the baby's face to try to hear him breathe.

It means that when you don't see the chest move and you don't hear the breathing (because your own heart's beating is drowning out any other sound in the room) you put your finger under the baby's nose to feel the warm air on your finger - until you wake the baby and he stirs - and you're thankful so thankful that he's still with you.

It means waking up with a start every morning, jumping out of bed and running to your baby's room wondering why he isn't crying yet? It means feeling a huge sense of relief when he hears you and opens his eyes and smiles, It means saying a prayer of thanks for another day.



It means measuring out his medication and panicking if he spits some of it out, How much did he spit out anyway? 1cc? 2 or 3? And wondering if you should guesstimate how much more he should have and worrying about overmedicating.

It means checking his nailbeds against your own to determine how blue he is today, It means asking your husband, your mother, your sister, "Do his lips look blue to you?"

It means snuggling him in an extra blanket for fear he wont be warm enough.

It means worrying that even a sniffle could cause an infection that would harm the heart.
It means taking your baby to the doctor and then worrying that the baby will get something even worse from being in the waiting room, so it means walking back and forth and back and forth in the corridor until the nurse calls your baby's name and takes you straight back to the examination room.

It means knowing that everyday is a blessing and a gift, it means knowing that you are the luckiest person in the world just to be a parent, it means cherishing every moment, every breath with such an intensity that you feel tears come to your eyes for no apparent reason.

It means praying for a miracle to save your baby's life.

It means praying that your marriage is strong enough to endure the hospitalizations, separations, and the grief.

It means your own heart knows a pain no parent should know.

It means feeling weak and helpless and angry and depressed because your child's fate is out of your hands, It means feeling strong and determined and brave because you know you have to be.

It means your love knows new unlimited boundaries, it means your pride in your child's accomplishments is unparalleled, It means your pain has taught you a deeper sense of compassion and understanding than you ever imagined.

It means we are united by the same feelings, it means that we all know the mixed up emotions of living with death-but more importantly of living with Life.

It means that even though we are strangers we are more to each other than friends could ever be.















Somewhere 


Somewhere...someplace... today...
A family is waiting to hear...
Is something wrong with their baby?
The answers aren't quite clear...
This family has entered an unwanted world...
And they just don't know what to expect...
Somewhere...someplace... today
They first heard the words: heart defect.
And how they hoped this was not true...
And thought... this cannot be...
I too... know just how this feels...
For one day...this was me.
Somewhere...someplace...today...
A man and a woman embrace...
Their baby is in surgery...
They long to see her face...
They haven't got to hold her yet...
Without...a cord or line...
They pace the room awaiting news...
And hope she'll be just fine.
Prayers fill this busy waiting room...
And mom and dad are scared...
Somewhere...someplace..today...
The tiniest hearts are repaired.
Somewhere...someplace...today...
A child's growing fast...
Smiling,laughing,thriving...
His mom thinks...can this last?
It's almost easy...to forget...
That anything is wrong...
Somewhere...someplace..today...
Her child seems so strong.
Somewhere...someplace... today...
A little boy fights...just to live
A father holds his tiny hand...
His love...all he can give...
The doctor's are all baffled...
They fear that he might die...
Somewhere...someplace...today...
A family says goodbye...
Somewhere...someplace...each year..
More than 40,000 families will see...
What it means...when something's wrong...
They'll face a CHD.
Today...for just a moment...
Stop...remember...reflect...
Make time to tell someone you know...
"I've been changed by a heart defect".
Some bonds cannot be understood...
Unless you have walked them before...
A path that I would not have chosen...
A future I just can't ignore.
We've all watched our children intently...
Memorizing each line...
And let them leave our loving arms...
And prayed things would be fine.
We've paced the halls awaiting news...
And wondered just what lie in store...
We've felt our own heart's racing as...
We walked through an ICU door...
We've seen the child we love so much...
Struggling to overcome...
The lines...the cords....the monitors...
No thoughts...no words...would come...
We've prayed for an improvement...
We've laid it in God's hands..
We've cried...we've hoped...we've worried...
We've wondered of God's plans.
We've learned just how a heart works...
Each valve and artery...
We've asked alot of questions...
We've faced each surgery.
And somewhere down this well worn path...
We've met more families...
Who know exactly what it means...
To live with this disease.
We've smiled at every triumph...
And shared in every sigh...
We've prayed for a child that struggles...
And each family that must say goodbye.
Some battles are fought with bullets...
And weapons made for war...
While these are fought in silence...
Behind a hospital door...
We've wondered what lies in our future...
We've been thankful for just one more day...
We've stopped and watched with tear-filled eyes...
Our children...as they play.
We've struggled with ounces and weight gain...
Why won't my child just eat?
But heart mom's ...we're a tough group...
We've learned how to face a defeat.
We've faced those moments...others do...
When life has got us stressed...
But it doesn't take long to remember...
That we are richly blessed.
We've taken on a whole new role...
One we we wouldn't exchange if we could...
We know that life is difficult...
We hold onto all that is good.
God chose each of us carefully...
I do believe he smiled...
Some bonds begin with strangers...
And just one special child.






Some Bonds Cannot Be Understood

Some bonds cannot be understood...
Unless you have walked them before...
A path that I would not have chosen...
A future I just can't ignore.
We've all watched our children intently...
Memorizing each line...
And let them leave our loving arms...
And prayed things would be fine.
We've paced the halls awaiting news...
And wondered just what lie in store...
We've felt our own heart's racing as...
We walked through an ICU door...
We've seen the child we love so much...
Struggling to overcome...
The lines...the cords....the monitors...
No thoughts...no words...would come...
We've prayed for an improvement...
We've laid it in God's hands..
We've cried...we've hoped...we've worried...
We've wondered of God's plans.
We've learned just how a heart works...
Each valve and artery...
We've asked alot of questions...
We've faced each surgery.
And somewhere down this well worn path...
We've met more families...
Who know exactly what it means...
To live with this disease.
We've smiled at every triumph...
And shared in every sigh...
We've prayed for a child that struggles...
And each family that must say goodbye.
Some battles are fought with bullets...
And weapons made for war...
While these are fought in silence...
Behind a hospital door...
We've wondered what lies in our future...
We've been thankful for just one more day...
We've stopped and watched with tear-filled eyes...
Our children...as they play.
We've struggled with ounces and weight gain...
Why won't my child just eat?
But heart mom's ...we're a tough group...
We've learned how to face a defeat.
We've faced those moments...others do...
When life has got us stressed...
But it doesn't take long to remember...
That we are richly blessed.
We've taken on a whole new role...
One we we wouldn't exchange if we could...
We know that life is difficult...
We hold onto all that is good.
God chose each of us carefully...
I do believe he smiled...
Some bonds begin with strangers...
And just one special child.