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.

Mama

Daddy

I'll always treasure
The warmth of your love.

I will love you forever.

10 comments:

  1. Oh how terribly sad. I wonder if the 5 month old baby which died inside me felt that way about me. I so wish that baby had lived! I would like to think so. Beautiful!

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    1. Oh, I know that must have been so, so sad for you, Kathy. My daughter lost one at 5 months, too. I'm sure the child felt your love!
      Blessings, my friend!

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  2. Beautiful sentiments.

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