I got a poem the other day from my friend, Linda Turnbull. Linda and I are in the same “club.” Her daughter, Julie, died in an off-campus fire at Miami University of Ohio in April, 2005.
We are always connected to our children – no matter where they are – no matter how old they are.
The Cord
We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord
That connects us ‘til birth
This cord can’t be seen
By any on Earth.
This cord does it’s work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it’s there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can’t be destroyed
It can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.
And though she is gone,
Though she’s not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart
I am bruised…I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.
I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can’t take away!
(Author unknown)
Kim
LOVE LIVES ON 
This poem is so beautiful. I was reading an article in my favorite magazine “Guideposts” and came across this website after one of the articles.
Yesterday, July 14th was the anniversary of my daughter’s passing. I had a still birth July 14, 2000. This poem was so encouraging.
Thank you very much.
Oh Rochelle I am so sorry for your loss. I know the pain of losing a child. I am glad that you found the poem to be helpful.
Take good care,
Kim Wencl