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.