This memorial website
was created in the memory
of our loving son,
Michael Joseph Baisley
who was born sleeping
in New York on October 06, 2000.
We will always love and miss him. 







For a special baby, Born too soon,
Had to be taken from the womb.
But you and I will never part,
You live right here, within my heart. 

Your Name Is So Precious

It Will Never Grow Old

It's Etched In My Heart

In Letters Of Gold

His Memory Is Our Keepsake

With Which We'll Never Part.

God Has Him In His Keeping,

We Have Him In Our Hearts

God Knows How Much We Miss Him,

Never Shall His Memory Fade;

Loving Thoughts Shall Ever Wander,

To The Spot Where He Is Laid.

Two little hands are resting,

A little heart is still;

A little one we loved is waiting

For us just over the hill.

He was a flower too sweet for earth,

Sent here but for a while;

God marked him when He gave him birth

And took him with a smile.

O blessed little sunbeam,

O child of love and prayer;

We give thee to the keeping

Of the tender Shepherd's care.

The Cord
We are connected, my child and I,
By an invisible cord, not see with the eye.
It's not like the cord that connected us til birth.
This cord isn't seen by any on earth.

This cord does its 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 all test, it can hold any weight.

And though you are gone and 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, like never before.

I feel you are with me each step that I take,
Bound by the cord that no one can break.
I am thankful dear God you connected us this way,
A Mother and Child......
death can't take that away
~Author Unknow to me~ 

In the golden street of Heaven

As the happy children play

Gentle Jesus watches o'er them

Caring for them day by day.

We may find comfort knowing

In our Father's home above,

Our brother is happy

In the sweetness of His love.

Fondly loved and deeply mourned

Heart of my heart, I miss you so,

Often my darling, my tears flow,

Dimming your picture before my eyes

But never the one in my heart that lies

Though you could not

Grace us with time

You surely blessed us

With Memories

So long we waited

to meet you

But so quickly you

Slipped away

Now we wait to

meet you again

and dream of that

Heavenly day.

Michael watching over Kimmy & Johnny.

Angel

An angel once lay 'neath my heart,
A promise of life to come;
My little babe, was resting there,
Yet, would not follow me home.
My tiny, precious angel,
Had plans unknow to all,
For my Angel heard the voice of God,
And hastened to His call.
My Angel flew on fragile wings,
Into the Father's arms;
To slumber there in peaceful rest,
Untouched by early harms.
So, slumber there my precious child,
Till I can come to you;
I'll keep you here, deep in my heart,
Till my journey on earth is through.
Allison Chamers Coxsey

Gone from the earth so swiftly,
Just like a flower in bloom.
So young, so fair, so loved,
Yet called away so soon.
We'll meet him some glad morning,
Resting by waters fair,
he is waiting for our coming,
In the upper garden there,
Safe in the arms of Jesus.

Michael is always with Kimmy & Johnny



God's Tiniest Angels

There was a meeting up in Heaven and the angels gathered round. God spoke, "They will soon be coming. Let the trumpets sound. Make way for my tiniest angels," God said, "for they are almost here.
Watch over them; I must go now, and help dry their mothers' tears."

And so God went to His special place to hear the mothers pray, Tears fell from His eyes as He listened to what they had to say. The prayers were very different yet seemed to blend into one; "You have my tiny angel, God, but my crying has just begun."

"I'm human and I'm weak, God, and I don't know what to do, I need your love and strength, and your help to get me through. Please allow me one more thing before I say 'Amen' and go, I need to speak to my babies now, so my love they will always know."

God gathered the tiniest angels in His arms so they could hear their earthly mothers speaking from their hearts, and through their tears. From God's eyes as well as the angel's tears began to leak, and the trumpets sounded in Heaven, as the mothers began to speak.

"I can't hold you, I can't see you, or count fingers and count toes, Nor warp you in a blanket, and kiss your little nose. I'll never feel your heartbeat as you lie against my chest, but to question would be wrong, for God always does know best."

"I'll never hear 'I love you,' or 'mommy read to me.'
It hurts so much to want you, knowing you weren't meant to be. Although you were taken from me you will always feel my love. I know God will allow that in His kingdom up above."

"Don't be afraid my little ones, for you are in a special place. And don't worry about me; God will dry the tears upon my face. He needed more tiny angels but we are never far apart. You're not in my arms, my little one, but you're forever in my heart."

Then God spoke to the tiny angels and dried each little tear. "Your mother isn't with us now, but soon she will be here. And when you reunite with her for all of Heaven to see,She will hold you close and love you throughout eternity."

By: Millie Hutton

Two little hands are resting,
A little heart is still;
A little one we loved is waiting
For us just over the hill.











Clasped in the arms of Jeus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His arms entwined
Sweetly his soul now rests.

There the earthly buds transplanted
For our coming watch and wait,
In the upper garden growing
Just within the pearly gate.
Though' our hearts may be breaking,
By the grief so hard to bare,
We shall meet him, one bright morn,
In the upper garden there.

Mommy and Daddy

Please don't be so sad,
I miss you so much, too.
It's beautiful here where I am,
but I worry a lot about you.

I sleep with angels watching me,
there's only love up here.
I'm never lonely or afraid
'cause God's so very near.

I walk with angels every day,
they're very kind and sweet.
Don't worry, Mom and Dad,
they hold me hand when 
we cross a golden street.

I never cry or hurt myself,
I see rainbows every day.
I play and laugh and sing a lot,
and I hear you both when you pray.

Please Mommy and Daddy,
don't be mad at God, 
you see, he loves me, too.
And even though you're not with me,
I'm really still with you.
~Author Unknown~

My Baby....Born too Soon

He lay beneath my heart in a soft secret place
and I felt I knew him,Yet I've never see his face
Snuggled warm and quiet he moved to show he was therelike the touch of butterfly wings created from the love we shared.

I'm sorry God kept you as an angel 
and that you couldn't be here with us
Wings on your back a halo on top
would be your destiny God didn't look deep enough into my heart for a precious child like you wasn't here for me to treasure.

I thought I found a love like no other 
that blossomed till the day of your birth
I'm so sorry God kept his little angel
and couldn't send you here to me on earth.
~Jeunesse Baart-Voges~

In the golden street of Heaven
As the happy children play
Gentle Jesus watches o'er them
Caring for them day by day.
We may find comfort knowing
In our Father's home above,
Our son is happy
In the sweetness of His love.

Angels

O child of mine where have you gone
Are you out there with the rising sun 
are you pensive, dreaming, riding high,
drifting on the midinight sky
Are you singing softly my angels dear
Oh how we wish the we could hear.
~Author unknown by me~

Five New Angels In Heaven
There are five new angels in heaven tonight.
There are five new stars that are shining so bright.
We may never know why they were taken
away, but we will get to see them once more on judgment day.
We will shed a tear because they are so special and dear.
When you look in the sky tonight, you will
see their stars shining so bright, and know 
that they are alright.
Author:  Al Lang