There you are,
shouting in silence from the ultra sound.
"I am here."
Yes you are,
smiling in the dim warm rosy glow,
changing our lives.
A mere peanut,
nestled warmly in the center of
your mother's being
"How are you?"
We ask as the anxious spots of crimson
spark our fears.
"No, dear God!"
Our hearts scream as your heart slips
from your mothers womb.
Then the terror,
as your mother nearly gives her life
to save your own.
Senseless grief
as we excuse God for our not
getting to know you.
Eternal hope,
as we send your spirit to God
with our prayers.
Precious memories
of a life we held with our love
for but a moment.
We are changed
as we examine just how deeply
you touched our souls.
©2013 Michael S Davis
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
There you are,
shouting in silence from the ultra sound.
"I am here."
Yes you are,
smiling in the dim warm rosy glow,
changing our lives.
A mere peanut,
nestled warmly in the center of
your mother's being
"How are you?"
We ask as the anxious spots of crimson
spark our fears.
"No, dear God!"
Our hearts scream as your heart slips
from your mothers womb.
Then the terror,
as your mother nearly gives her life
to save your own.
Senseless grief
as we excuse God for our not
getting to know you.
Eternal hope,
as we send your spirit to God
with our prayers.
Precious memories
of a life we held with our love
for but a moment.
We are changed
as we examine just how deeply
you touched our souls.
©2013 Michael S Davis
My precious step-daughter miscarried this weekend after having her first ultrasound on last Thursday. For her, when her grief will let her read it. For me, and all those who have suffered such loss and those this will inspire to pray for a new young mother in grief whose big sister is 5 months along.
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