Poem in the form it was written and read at the memorial:
Mom, Share 'Our' Smile With The World
I am embraced in love and light
And my baby embraced by me
God's loving arms, they hold us now
For all Eternity
The laughter we shared - keep laughing,
I still laugh with you
No more sleepless nights, mom
Please rest for me
In the morning I'll be there
Rising with the sun
I am in your soul
I am your sunlight
I am the rays breaking through
Mom, please understand
I do this now for you
and from all that you have taught me
I learned to never be kept down
My smile he could not take from me
My smile gracing the screen
It's your smile, mom
It's your smile now, they see
For all I've become -
It's because of you
and all the world now sees
My tears
My hope
and now - a spirit
Soaring free
It's in our smile, Mom
It's in our smile,
Smile again, for me.
Carole Bruzzano-Ricci
(A poem left at the Guest Book at www.lacipeterson.com and read at the memorial.)
A Child Loaned
"I’ll lend you for a little
time
A child of Mine," He said.
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she’s dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back
Take care of her for Me?
She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You’ll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked this wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take her back again ?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
We’ll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her
Much sooner then we planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.
Sharon Rocha was the wind beneath her wings.
We cannot remember Laci without remembering her mom.
Sharon has stood in sorrow with grace, dignity and strength.
I will never forget Sharon and Laci and her unborn child, Connor.
God bring healing and peace to Sharon and her family.
(Dennis Rocha, Ron Grantski, Brent Rocha, and Amy Rocha.)