In my mind I watch her grow
the little baby I’ll never know.
I held her nestled in my womb.
her ringlets of hair I’ll never groom.
I watch her in the grass to play,
I swing with her on a sunny day.
Her fancy purple Easter dress,
her softened skin I often caress.
She sinks into the books she’s reading
finds sheer joy in our yearly seeding.
I watch with her as the seedlings grow.
Dances around when they make a show.
Twirling and spinning I often see
some little part of a younger me.
I long to hold this small-framed girl,
My angel, my daughter, my pleasant pearl.
Some things in life are not meant to be
As with my baby, little Astri.
Motionless I held her in my arms
A lifetime of beauty and earthly charms.
But lo and behold He needed her more,
She took with her a piece of my core.
I find solace in her place above,
Knowing heaven is her garden of love!