Day Old Child
By Carol Lynn Pearson
My day-old child lay in my arms.
I whispered strongly, “How I wish-
I wish that you could hear;
I’ve a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod)
Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
So I can tell you about God.”
My day-old baby’s mouth was still
But a kind of a light passed through his eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:
“How I wish I had a voice and words;
I’ve a hundred things to say.
Before I forget I’d tell you of God-
I left Him yesterday.”
Here are my day old children:
1 comments:
LOVE the pictures! it is so sad that they cont stay like that just a little bit longer.
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