I found this...

...while looking for something to put on the boys' headstones or urns and it made me cry and touched me so unbelievably that I had to share it.  I am not a religious person now and not sure if I can or ever will be again, but I did grow up in religion and it doesn't stop this from hitting my heart strings.

Can you be a Mother when your baby is not with you?  
I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God today.  
I asked “What makes a mother?” 
And I know I heard Him say, “A mother has a baby.”  This we know is true.  
“But God, can you be a mother when your baby’s not with you?”  
“Yes you can,” He replied with confidence in His voice.  
“I give many women babies, when they leave is not their choice.  
Some I send for a lifetime, and others for the day 
And some I send to feel your womb, but there’s no need to stay.” 
“I just don’t understand this God I want my baby to be here.”  
He took a deep breath and cleared His throat, and then I saw the tear.  
“I wish I could show you, what your child is doing today.  
If you could see your child’s smile, with all the other children and say…
“We go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear.  
My mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here.  
I feel so lucky to have a mom who had so much love for me.  
I learned my lessons very quickly, my mommy set me free.  
I miss my mommy oh so much but I visit her everyday.  
When she goes to sleep on her pillows where I lay.  
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear, 
"Mommy don’t be sad today, I’m your baby and I’m here.”  
“So you see my dear sweet ones, your children are okay.  
Your babies are born here in my home and this is where they’ll stay.  
They’ll wait for you with me until your lessons through.  
And on the day that you come home they’ll be at the gates for you.  
So now you see what makes a mother,  It’s the feeling in your heart.  
It’s the love you had so much of right from the very start.  
Though some on earth may not realize you are a mother until their time is done.  
They’ll be up here with me one day and know that you are the best one.”


And this one:

“Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
But she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.”