Saturday, April 13, 2013

Three Months: Poetry & Balloons

Three months...
 
My how the time is passing without you here.
 
Three months seems as though it was so very long ago since I was able to hold you and kiss your sweet, sweet face...
                     ...yet just the same it feels like it was yesterday and as if time is standing still.
 
It is amazing to me that it has been three months since you were born, yet we haven't even reached your due date yet.
 
It is quickly approaching though...


Three months. Three balloons. We miss you little boy.
 
Happy three months...
 


Yesterday words were swirling around in my head and something told me that I should grab a pen and my notebook. I guess if I am going to be a writer when I grow up I need to be ready to write when the words are flowing. This is what came from the pen:

 
His Mission for You & for Me
 
I knew from the beginning,
before you were conceived,
that God had a mission,
a mission for you and me.
 
He took a hold of my heart
and pulled it with His strings.
He whispered in my ear
that I would do great things.
 
He nestled you inside me
just as He had planned
and then as trouble came
He promised to hold my hand.
 
He taught me hope and trust,
to love through faith and fear.
He showed me no matter what
that He would be here.
 
He wrapped His arms around me
and held you in His hand,
as you slipped through my fingers
like tiny grains of sand.
 
I knew I couldn't stop it.
I knew I must let go.
For He had other plans for you,
ones I did not know.
 
My plans could not compare
to the life He had for you.
To hold you in His loving care
until my days are through.
 
Some days my heart aches for you,
some days it swells with love.
For I know that you reside with Him
our Heavenly Father above.
 
I miss you my sweet angel.
I miss your beautiful face.
If you were here in my arms
your features I would trace.
 
I would place a kiss on your face
as I sing of God's amazing grace.
 
Your mission has been completed.
Your work on earth is done.
Fly away my bluebird
in the brightness of the sun.
 
I knew from the beginning
before you were conceived
that God had a mission,
a mission for you and me.
 
 
-Kristin L. Dahman
 


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