| POEMS FROM THE HEART |
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| THOSE EYES
You know that look and you’ve seen those eyes; The discreetly blunt stare from a passer-by. That look can sometimes bring tears to your eyes; And other times anger though it can make you wise. That studying look with those questioning eyes; That are filled with so much curiousity and surprise. They want to ask questions and some of them do; They cannot comprehend for it’s so very new. So they stare in their quiet and questioning gaze; As you hurt even deeper in your own private ways. For your pain is so real and you hurt deep inside; It’s a pain without question you don’t easily hide. It’s a journey, a process and it seems to come slow; It’s a struggle of emotions but the pain will soon go. You will learn how to look at those questioning eyes; Without all the hurt...without all the whys. For it comes from within that you change in your ways; And it comes with much time and with practice each day. So give yourself time and the space that you need; As time is the key and faith is the seed. There will come a day when you soon realize; How to look up and smile at those questioning eyes By: SLD |
| FROM THE HEART
My baby...you are so sweet, so tiny, so loved. My precious, brand new daughter. I hold you in my arms...against my breast...and kiss your tiny cheek. My child sent from heaven...I've waited, dreamed, hoped and prayed for you for so long and now you lay asleep in my arms as I admire your loveliness...as I ponder the reality that you are my daughter and I am your mommy... as I dream my dreams for you and cherish this moment in time. My God, why did I have to be awakened from this dream...this blissful reality only to be shattered into a million pieces and broken in my heart and spirit. My God, why does your child sent from Heaven so innocent and new have to suffer with something so unfair, so undeserving. Why must she have this disability? Why was she chosen...and what will it mean? My God, you heal my child this minute I pray and take away this awful news we received. My baby...you will be just fine. God will heal you. You are loved so very much and you will be healed. I trust that He is watching over you and will always keep you in His care for surely He wouldn't allow a precious child to suffer in any way. My God, what does this mean for my child? There are no answers! Not one doctor can tell me what to expect...not one solid answer and all we have are tests and tests and tests and waiting to hear what each test means and worry, wonder, fear, anxiety, questions. There are so many questions and no answers. God, there are no answers! How can I think straight and feel peace without any answers? I will believe that my precious child will be healed and none of this awful news will touch her precious little being. My child, your mommy is a mess. I watch you grow and smile and laugh and giggle and struggle. I watch you struggle with so many things that should come normally to children and yet they are so hard for you and you try so hard. You are so wonderful my child and I am missing out on cherishing the way you learn and the things you accomplish for I am expecting something of you that you aren't ready for yet. Forgive me my child, forgive me God. God in heaven I pray that you will help me because I am lost. I don't know what to do...what to think...how to deal with this. I am totally helpless. Please give me wisdom... Thank you God for allowing me to see that I am to be thankful for each and every little, tiny accomplishment that my child makes. Thank you God and I will cherish every small and wonderful accomplishment as it is so very much and so very wonderful too! Thank you God for answering my prayer. Thank you for healing me and allowing me to see my precious child in a brand new way! My precious little girl who I love so very much...I am your mommy and you are my daughter and you are the most beautiful girl in this world just because you are you! You be who you are and be proud of yourself for you are special in every way. My sweet, little girl...we'll be just fine. I'll hold your hand and take you one step at a time and cherish you for who you are and each step you take. My child, I will walk with you at your own pace and allow you to be You...just as I am Me. My precious child, your mommy is learning just as you are...and together we will learn...each in our own special way. I love you my sweet, precious angel By: SLD |
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