One day my world came crashing
down, I'll never be the same.
They told me that my child was
sick. I thought, "am I to blame"?
I don't think I can handle this.
I am really not that strong.
It seemed my heart was breaking.
I have loved him for so long.
I will not give up on this child.
I will listen to your advice.
I will give my child any chance.
No matter what the price.
I will learn all that I need
to help my child thrive.
I'll even use that feeding tube.
My child must survive!
Will he need a lot of therapy?
Will he gain the needed weight?
Please God, help me do this.
I will accept our fate.
When the monitors beep at
night, it serves as my reminder.
How many parents would love
that sound.
Tomorrow I will be kinder.
As another Angel earns his wings,
I run to my child's bed.
I watch him sleep for quite a while.
I bend down and kiss his head.
I cry for the parents whose
hearts have been broken.
I look to You wondering why?
Oh Lord, I just can't know your
ways....no matter how I try.
And yet, I trust you hold his life,
and guide us through each day.
My mind says savor each moment
he's here, but my heart begs,
"PLEASE let him stay"!
From pacing the surgical waiting
room, to sitting by his bed.
From wishing for a good nights
sleep, to learning every med.
From wondering, "will he be
alright?", to watching him
reach out his hands.
With every smile my heart just
melts, despite life's harsh demands.
For all who see that faded line.
I look to them and smile.
You see my child is loved so much.
I would face ANY trial.
That scar I trace with my finger
(It's the door to his beautiful heart).
God must have known how much
I'd love him (Just as He loved him
from the start).
A heart mom is always
a heart mom. Now wise beyond
her years. For those who have
angels in heaven, Our hearts
share in all of your tears.
Every day I will try and
remember, I was chosen
for him (and no other).
I will always embrace
that beautiful day....
When I became a "Heart Mother".
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