A poem I penned many years after the death of my infant daughter. |
Empty Arms Empty arms since my child has died. A million tears so far I've cried. Little things to be put away To look upon another day My body aches My soul is worn From crying for you night and morn No one can soothe the pain in me They've all tried; it's not to be Only I can mourn your loss from me For no one else held you close, you see. It was me, your mom, just you and me. A new day approaches and sunshine spies To see if I am ready to live or die I decided to welcome him in for a while And I actually managed to break a smile. My love for you is a precious thing, going on forever, like an eternal spring. Wherever I am or what ever I do I shall always, in my heart, remember you. I carry you with me wherever I go An ever changing photograph in my heart to show. I hear your whispers in the dark of night And see your shadow by candlelight. I can hear your giggle as years go on And know you’re happy in your Heavenly home. So laugh and play and sing for me, and I’ll do the same--you'll see. One day, my darling, by and by Momma will meet you in the sky. Together we'll laugh and kiss and hug I'll hold you close and warm and snug. Until then, my child, stay close to the gate And know that your mother can hardly wait To see your precious face and hands As they welcome me home to the Promised Land. Stay close to Jesus, for each day I pray And may have a special word for Him to say. And if at anytime you want to respond Whisper in His ear and He'll pass it on. Until then, my child, I continue to pray That without you, I can make it just one more day. Love Mom |