Wednesday, December 4, 2013

For W. H. and C. J. With Love

I loved your warmth
And your protection,
Your singing over me
While I grew within you.

I was yours,
You were mine.
Then, everything changed . . .

I am born.

I am imperfect.

At least, for life on earth, 
Though not for God in Heaven.

And, I return to Him
Who heals, who dries your tears.



I'll always treasure
The warmth of your love.

I will love you forever.