Everyone had begun the celebration of all things srping.
The snow was melting,St.Patrick's day,tupils peeking thru and other things
Then it happened! I felt you quicken and it took my breath away.
Fear was mixed with joy,my inner core calm.
My primal mind said women do this everydat.
Once at the hospital, endless hours of walking the halls began.
It was there I came upon two old friends.
One was a doctor,the other a plumber with only hours to live.
This is how it is they said,one life leaves,another comes in.
Yet,something was wrong.I couldn't belive them and buy in.
You'd arrive very soon but my heart said'Not for long'.
Who could I tell? Who would belive?
Doctors,nurses,family all said 'There there dear' and patted my head.
Baby mine,beautiful and perfect.
For three days I fought them like I was insane.
All I wanted was truth.Perfect was not perfect but they played their game
Born with the wisdom of the angels and the ages in your eyes
You would gaze into my eyes and my eyes alone
Your heart damaged,your skin turned blue
At midnight they had me bundle you and take you home
Babies don't come with guarentee,such comforting words
We shared the secret and that was enough.
I would love you as no child has ever been or will be again
Time together,stolen from one moment to the next
When you left, I carried you with my own hands to the earth
Those who would not listen before stood around the grave.
Stange how they all wanted to stand in the limelight and help
Tongues were wagging.They thought I didn't hear.
I must have done something to cause your demise
The thought it was G-d's plan never crossed their eyes
They called me cold and heartless when I did not cry
In this life,they will never understand
Thru you we had been touched by the creator
Now and forever you are with my other angels
On the stone is carved'Love Endures all things'
Stay close to your sister who chose to walk this life
It has not been kind to her but she shares your grace
it does no good anymore to think of your 'firsts'..first bkie,first girlfriend,first car,first apartment,first year in University.
Maybe even children of your own.
Our dreams are our children.I guess our dreams are just a little different now.
We have touched the face of G-d.How then can we cry?