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When a child loses a parent, they are called an orphan.
When a husband or wife loses a spouse they are called a widow or widower.
But there is no word for a parent that loses a child for there are no words to describe the pain,grief and agony that they feel for the rest of their lives.
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I remember when they were little, my two angels, Shane & Shawn, born 1 year and 1 day apart. Shane was the one that potty trained Shawn, it came so easily for him. They were both very active in sports though competitive, because Shawn always seemed to have the better posistions and exceeded more in track, etc. Though Shane;s position was the most important on the team, Goalie, and he made All-Star and Select team every year, he hated playing this position. Goalie is a hard position because a team of boys dont remember the 9 goals you stopped but remember forever the 1 you didnt? Shawn played Center Forward, which is the best position to score on the team, and score he did, making as many as 32 goals in 1 game. Shane always had what we referred to as an "OLD Spirit", seeming much older than his years, giving sound advice to all his friends.Shawn told me after Shane was killed that he wasnt just his brother, but, his dad, mentor, advisior and best friend. Shane loved to write poetry and started at the age of 9 on Easter morning in church. These two poems are shared on this page and I still have the originals printed out in his 9 yr old hand-writing. I also started writing poetry at 9 yrs old writing my first poem about the Vietnam War which is also shared on this site. I always made sure when I went to Walmarts or any place like this shopping to throw in several notebooks and small pocket size notepads for Shane to write his poetry on, because, as me, he wrote when it hit him, on napkins, paper towels, whatever was handy. Shawn was the artist so I always made sure he had an artist pad. Shane could also draw and Im going to scan some of his drawing on this site ASAP. Shane was always the one who picked out the special day cards, writing an original poem every time and sometimes even signing Shawn's name, picking out just the right gift after very long careful consideration. Shawn never gives me a card now without an apology, that he cant write poetry and he's sorry. I tell him this doesnt't matter, just write I love you Mom on a piece of paper and that sends me into tears. The love for my sons are unconditional and never ending. We grew up together, me being only 18 yrs old when I had both of them. I had a hysterectomy at age 20 so this was all the children I ever wanted and God sealed this when I had this emergency surgery. I never ever thought I could ever lose one of my precious sons, not me, I was so overprotective, though this made them so upset at times with me. But, I always had these premonitions when something was going to happen and after several times when these premonitions came true, they both believed in them and didnt argue when I had these feelings. They were both asked to go to a festival up in the mountains above Springville, Calif and I had first told them probally, let me think about this. The day before this event, I had a dream and saw Shawn lying on the hood of a car, bloody, where he had gone thru the windshield. The driver, looked dead in the dream. The next morning I told them about this dream and they tried to persuade none of their friends to go but they just scoffed and laughed. There was a wreck, the boy sitting in the passenger side of the front seat (where Shawn always called and rode) was thrown thru the windshield and had to go thru yrs of rehabilitation, still walks with a limp and has limited use of his right side. The driver was in critical condition for several months, lived but was basically a vegetable the rest of his life or still was when we moved back here many yrs later. I don't understand why I didn't have any forewarning or premonition the night Shane was killed? That was the first time I didnt and I have thought about this all the time asking God why He didnt give me this feeling like He usually did? I guess this is another one of God's mysteries. If I had felt anything was going to happen, I would have never let him out of my sight. Shane and I could talk about anything together from girlfriends,books,, no subject was taboo between us. We trusted each other with each other's secrets and problems, our trials and tribulations, triumphs and failures. Though I love Shawn as much as Shane, we never had this bond. We talk more now than we ever did because we used to not be able to discuss anything, especially Shane, after his death. This page shares many of Shane's poems and stories. There are others on this site that has many other things he wrote. I have been trying to go thru the trunk that is packed with his cards, writings, poetry, etc and will share them as I can. I have to do this slowly to be able to get thru this at all because so many memories flood my mind as I look thru his things. I pray you enjoy Shane's poems as much as I have over the years. GBU, DJ
Shane is my oldest son and he is waiting in heaven for me. He was born July 17, 1972 to this earth and was born to heaven March 10,1995 at the age of 22.Shawn was born July 19, 1973 and I love him so much. He has 2 children Brylan and Breanna and Shane left one son, Colton. I want to share some poems I wrote for them and him before and after his death. Shane, son you are always in our thoughts and hearts, Mom and Shawn
I was born on Feb 10.1955 1 month early.My due date was March 10.Shane left this world on the day that i was due.He wrote me a poem on my 40th birthday,1 month before his death and I want to share this,GB,DJ
FEB 10th 1995
to survive thru it all,
with your family and friends,
with a tender heart,whose love knows no end.
Caring for us with each and every passing day.
Showering us with love and affection in each and every way.
Now we are grown, you made us two fine young men.
We thank you for the happiness, all the smiles and grins,
Thank you for a childhood that could have been no better,
Giving us everything we wanted,your desires didnt matter.
Nothing can ever tear you away from the ones you love.
I can only close my eyes
and thank the Lord for sending you from up above.
Sometimes our words and actions cause each other pain,
But always we forgive and forget
and the sun chases away all the rain.
My love for you will never die,
in any way, shape or form.
Happy Birthday, I love you Mom.
Signed your first born, with love, Ronald "Shane" Short
I found this poem that he wrote after Shane died and didnt know where he had wrote it but knew it was wrote on the day that I had open heart. I found it in his Bible.My mom revealed that he had wrote this while in waiting room during my 12 hour surgery. He always dated poems as I do.
Dear God,
Why didnt You point your finger to another?
Im glad You stand beside us
and are helping to see this thru.
But I cant help my tears or answer these questions for you.
I love my mom,this You know,
my heart is there for her,
even when it doesnt show.
Please help my mom.
Dont let anything happen to her.
I dont know what I would do without her.
Just the thought chills me to the bone.
To live my life without her,would mean to be alone.
I know I only write You when Im really needing help,But now I know I really need You,I cant handle this by myself.
Please dont let my mom be sick anymore. Amen
Dear God,
Has everyone gone blind?
Where is all the kindness that was here when I was raised?
Surely not everyone has forgotten Your teachings?
Today people read the Bible
but cant understand its meanings.
I know we cant give up
And its a fight we will win,
If You could just show us a start
Give us a place to begin.
Everything we do matters, be it right or wrong,
I wish satan would pack his bags,
Its our world, he dont belong.
Author Shane Short 1994
The one that died, you know
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing I say
"pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.
By Elizabeth Dent
If anyone knows Elizabeth's email and/or web address, please let me know so that I may email her.
This was put to music and made into a song by a friend of Shanes Rodney Welch and his cousin Lane McQuire. He loved them both.He had many many friends and they all miss him still.He made quite an impact wherever he went.
Riding your whims of mind
Soaring thru the Heavens,
Riding your whims of mind
Always trying to catch up
To the ones leaving us behind.
So much hurt and sorrow,
So much pain and grief,
So many ways to lose ourselves in another mans beliefs.
The world has become quite passive,
People seem scared to move.
Money has become their power,
Feelings have nothing to prove.
Go and unlock your doorway
Memory is the key
Back when life was simple
With no worries or regrets
Back when we were children
Come on please dont forget.
Bring the past to present
Relax a little bit
Stop and think about what you can give
Instead of what you'll get
Tis just a little message from a man barely 22
If I can see in my young age,
Tell me brother why cant you?
The chorus is Help me thru the night, Lead me to the Light!
By Shane Short 1994
All of Shane and my poems are copywrited.
There was a time in Shanes life when we lived in Calif that he dated a girl that was on crank. He tried this and asked to get away from the the state to get thru this. We came to Ark for several weeks,Shane wrote this poem after this experience and there is over 50,000 copies of this going thru rehab centers all over the world. I do have the copywrite on this. DJ
like a wild stallion,he has no reins,
Nothing can stop him, let him go, line it up, let it roll.
I know you've met him, he is your buzz,
Forget the past, the way it was.
Do we turn our backs and live like skanks?
You know this demon, his name is crank.
Life changes, nothings the same,
Lucifers the one who runs this game.
A shot in the dark, no one wins,
our brothers and sisters still play with sin.
He is there, can't you see?
I think that drug has been controlling me.
He has the straw and the razor too,
Have you met him, has he come for you?
A wicked man or wicked thoughts,
Do we let him in to hide our faults?
Hes not the answer, only a retreat,
A haven from lifes troubles we meet.
The demon crank just sits there waiting,
Do a line, you're his for the taking.
His only voice is in the wire,
Dont believe the demon, he is a liar.
Telling you what you want to hear,
While he watches your eyes cloud over with fear,
Making your stomach twist and turn
Enjoying the pain as your soul burns.
Is this the way it ends
Our lives are over before they begin?
Children of the night, souls of fire,
Living everyday by his deadly wire.
Author Shane Short 1992
I have been contacted by many young people to tell me that this poem made a difference in their lives.Most of them got the copy of it in rehab.I was called and asked if they could make copies of this and I told them as long as the copyright was on it.The ones that contacted me and still do ask for copies of this poem says that it describes the feeling of crank exactly like it is.I praise God for giving Shane the knowledge to write it and the wisdom to know it was wrong and of the devil.GB,DJ
I will be adding more to the pages,so check back,dont have a scanner so am having to type it all. GBU,DJ
This was wrote in 1991, 4 years before Shanes death
to show me the power of a mothers love.
The first time I held you in my arms,
My only prayer was to always protect you both from harm.
I love you both unconditionally with all my soul,
I pray that this you will always know.
Wherever you are or ever may be.a part of you both is always with me.
My heart fills so full of pride,
when I look at you,my two sons.
I wish I could be here forever
to grant your whims every one.
I pray that God will watch over you and keep you safe.
Teach you to abide by Him, and in Him to always have faith.
To never let you forget,
you are loved with my heart, soul and mind.
A mothers love is one of a kind.
My first born Shane, you're so independent and smart,
so quick to learn, so dear to my heart.
I can still remember your first words and steps,
yours falls and all your fears,
I would hold you oh so close and dry your every tear.
I pray that you will always know how special you are,
you'll always be close, no matter how far,
you drift away, thru lifes trials and tests,
I love you so much, I just cant express.
And you Shawn, my baby boy,
so full of mischief, so full of joy.
You're my little sturborn son,
so full of energy from dusk til dawn.
A beautiful smile,makes me feel so fine,
I am so proud that you are mine.
When happy your eyes light up an entire room,
when angry, they flash lightning
all covered with gloom.
You will always be my baby boy and I love you both more than anything in this world.
You are growing up to be 2 fine handsome young men,
and my love for you will never end.
I pray I can always be there
when you need me and that you always see,
how much you both are wanted and loved, Thank You Jesus
For these gifts from above. By Donna French 12/91
Shane, its been two years since you left us
and we couldnt miss you more.
I know you're in heaven with Papa Sweatt,
Papa Short and those who have gone on before.
My thoughts are of you constantly,
I dream of you every night,
And always in my dreams,
you are bathed in shining lights.
The pain and grief has grown no dimmer
over these two years
Only God has helped to dry away our tears.
You were so special, so warm, kind and good.
God must have had great plans for you,I wish we understood.
You would soon be 25 on your next birthday,
such a handsome young man,
"Our Shane" son, brother, father and friend
In our hearts our love for you knows no end,
I know that God will take care of you and keep you safe,
until we meet again in that very special place.
You have never left our hearts
and we promise you never will,
you're in our hearts to stay,
We have felt you with us ever since you went away.
The Goodby song that you loved so well,
Every time I hear it,my heart just seems to swell.
This sorrow that we feel is too deep,
the burden sometimes to great,
I know this is Gods mysterious ways
not ours to question or debate.
Remember we love you, Colton, Shawn, Mom and dad,
We thank God daily for the 22 years we had
So my darling son, I'll never say good by then, ever or now.
I'll just say we'll see you on a little while.
We love and miss you!
Mom, Dad, Shawn and Colton By Donna French (DJ) 3/97
This was sent by my dear sister Jo, GBU sis,DJ
My son's voice I did hear,
I opened my eyes and looked around,
But he did not appear.
He said, "Mom, you've got to listen,
You've got to understand,
God didn't take me from you, mom,
He only took my hand.
When I called out in pain that day,
The moment that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to His side.
He pulled me up and saved me
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly,
I could never be the same.
My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within,
All the answers to my empty dreams
And all that might have been.
I love you all and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die.
And so, you must all go on now,
And live, and understand...
God did not take me from you,
He only took my hand."
Author Unknown
Also sent by Jo March 10, 2002. Anniversary of Shane's death.
I went home to be with Jesus,
And here is where I'll stay.
My pain and struggle is over;
I'll rest in peace today.
Although I know you'll grieve for me,
Be strong, for it's okay.
I’m now at home in Heaven,
Where there's everlasting light.
I'm in the arms of Jesus,
Holding on to me so tight.
Please try to carry on your life,
For there's still work to be done.
Someday you'll be rewarded
And meet God's only son.
He came Himself to meet me,
Oh what a glorious sight!
When He put His arms around me,
And I saw a beaming light.
When your life on earth is over,
Then He will call you home.
It's then you will truly see,
The joy that's yet to come.
~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey ©Copyright 2002
Shane wrote this poem during Easter services when he was 8 years old, still have original.
Everyone forgets what Easter is,
When Christ arose from the dead.
They just remember about some stupid bunny,
like in the funnies,
He goes around hiding colored eggs in the bushes.
Then you come out and start looking.
I will never forget what it really means,
For it is Thine a bigger glory,
than some stupid bunny story,
When Christ arose from the dead.
By Shane Short Easter 1980 8 yrs old
He wrote 2 that Easter, this is other one.
When He was gone,they cared.
When they were sick,they tried to find Him,They cared.
He died on the cross for them and then they cared.
They went to His grave and tried to find Him
but He was gone.
They wanted to see Him so bad.
They cried and cried and when they turned around,
He was there.
He said He was going to prepare a place for Him,
So just believe.
Wrote by Shane Short Easter 1980 8 years old
to fill my life with joy,
And only You knew which was best-
A little girl or boy.
Somehow I took for granted,Lord,
That we would have a lifetime,
And I made so many future plans,
For that precious child of mine.
Enchanted by that Miracle,
Caught up in each new day,
I guess I didnt hear you,Lord,
When you said, "This one cant stay."
I trust You,Lord,Thy Will;not mine,
Yet I cant understand,
This sudden loss-this emptiness-
Caused by anothers hand.
I know my childs in heaven now,
But my heart is aching so,
Im sorry I wasnt ready,Lord
to let my baby go.
There wasnt time for one last hug;
There was no final kiss,
Oh God,its all those special smiles
That I already miss.
So Lord,could You do just one thing
For me especially?
Please hold my son close to You
For all Eternity.
I guess I will always think of you as 22,the age you were when you went away.
This is the hardest one that I have ever gone through,
Still missing you so much,you're in my thoughts and all I do.
I love you,my precious son,you will always be in our hearts,
Waiting for that wonderful day,when we'll never have to part.
Now you're in the angel choir.no voice on earth can compare.
All the little chidren there,I can close my eyes and see you with them,
And Jesus,I can see you hugging Him.
I know that He has held me in his arms and carried me when I couldnt stand alone,
I know that our mighty King is still upon the throne.
I praise Him for taking care of you for me,
Until that day when we'll be together again,beyond that crystal sea.
The pain and hurt will never leave,
But I know we will be together again,on Him I believe.
I know there's a reason for everything,but its so hard to understand,
But I know He's walking with me,holding tight to my hand.
I can't seem to say I love you enough,it goes so much deeper than words we can speak,
The tears I cry,as I think of you keep pouring down my cheeks.
We all love you,Shane,and always will,
Throughout all eternity,until our hearts are still.
Then we will shout,hug and never have to say good-by,
No more missing you,no more tears to cry.
See you soon,my precious son,
We know the battle's already won.
Love you Shane,Mom and Shawn
written by DJ French 7/17/02
This poem was wrote by Shane about child abuse and homeless people.
Can You See
Thers a poor man in the gutter,
People just walk on by,
unless someone stops to help him,
The man just sits and cries.
Is it his fault?
Did he run off and leave his family alone?
Or did he lose it,lose everything,did his family finally disown?
Theres another,a lonely man,sipping on his wine,
living in a cardboard box,all he wants is to be left alone,he thinks his life will be fine.Thats just the way that certain things go,Staying on the streets of L.A,
When you get there,you never leave,you are there to stay.
Are you listening,do you understand
What all this means?
Living life in a wooden crate,trying to scourge up a few beans.
There are men there,also women and so many starving children.
You see that boy over there?
His daddy beat him so he turned to the streets for a new beginning,
Over there,that little blond girl,we all know why shes here.
Look deep into her eyes and you will drown in her fear.
That is life,whats really out there,living on the streets,
They have gave up,just turned and gave up,
Turning into our worlds weak.
By Shane Short 7/91
Breaking Out
Headed down the highway,the highway of my dreams,
Sometimes I feel so lonely,the last of my kind it seems.
Living my days,searching for tomorrow,
Why do I feel that Im locked in a room of sorrow?
Im breaking out,gonna head for those bright stars,
Planning for days a-coming,to try and douse the evil fires.
Spreading quickly,catching all,no one can run free,
Fire and brimstone burning still,on an endless blood red sea.
Its coming fast to catch us all,no time to cry or shout,
Nows the time for an army to gather,Its time to break out.
We're breaking out,we've found that twinkling star,
Fighting all the evil that is coming from afar.
By Shane Short 7/91
Shanr wrote this about the Battle of Armaggeddon
Whose Side Are You On
Theres crime in our streets,raining bullets on our towns.
We need to be praying for peace all around.
Tears fall on cheeks,one more broken heart,
Have we forgotten how to care?Have we forgotten our start?
The life we had,the world we knew.has all now changed,
I ask this question of you.
Whose side are you on?
Mine or another?
Whose side are you on?
A strangers or my brother's?
Choose a path to follow,a road which you should go,
One leads to salvation,the other,the devils show.
One way or another,you must decide,
Are you hellbound or are you by my side?
So tell me,whose side are you on,the one with love and care?
Whose side are you on for God is always there.
Our first love ,the Lord,a love so strong,
Wont you please tell me,whose side are you on?
By Shane Short 7/91
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