My Angel
4-26-13
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!
2 comments:
You and Astri were on my mind the past few days and particularly this morning. I cannot say, "I understand just how you feel," for several reasons, the most obvious being I am not you and I have not suffered such a loss. I can say I have great empathy because no one loves infants more than I and I think there may be few adults with greater imaginations. Therefore, I feel your loss with you and in my mind, I see some of who Astri would be today. In my mind, I try to see who she IS today and as good as my imagination is, I know all the splendor I can conjure up is minuscule in comparison to God's actual design! Oh, how He loves Astri! And, Joni, He has your tears in a bottle, you know ~ oh, how He loves you, too!
Thank you, Sue. That means a lot!
She would have been nine today and I imagine her a little reader and lover of the garden, like her mom and dad. :)
It was a tough day, then and now.
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