My daughter wrote this poem today. She told me she dreamed of being pregnant last night. Then after that I shared with her a friend's adopted daughter gave birth way to soon to a way to small baby girl. She went and wrote this poem. Please lift my friend and her family up as they mourn Justice Faith's birth and death:
Hold…
I
watch them carry you away…
I
silently beg that you’ll live for a day.
I can
hear voices in the next room…
In my
heart, I feel death loom.
I hold
back my tears…
I
chase away my fears.
Although
a few tears escape as they fall upon these white sheets…
Child,
will you remember my heart beat?
I see
a man, and he tells me you won’t live…
My
head whirls, tears blind my ability to see…
My
mind screams, “How can this be?”
They
carry you back to me and lay you in my arms…
I look
at your small sweet face and can’t help but think,
Even
near death, you still have charm.
I
don’t want you to die…
I just
said hello… why must I have to say goodbye?
I
close my eyes…
My
mind is racing with “whys”
I see
God’s face…
I am
overwhelmed by His love and grace.
He
gently took my child…
He
looked at me and smiled.
“Do
not let your heart become sad…
Listen,
My Child… death is not bad.
Just
because they are gone…
Doesn’t
mean they aren’t singing a song.
Death
isn’t as terrifying as you think…
It is
merely birth and life…
It
would be over before you could blink.
Hold
this child as you would anyone you love, thriving in your heart.
You,
My Child… are one of the best!
You,
are stronger then the rest.
You
have lived, given life, and seen death…
You,
My Daughter, will forever be blessed.
When
you hold to Me…
This is
the Death you’d see.
When
you truly love Me, I am Death when your time ends…
So
stand out! Refuse to follow others and blend.
When
the world fades and see Satan as Death…
You,
My Loved One, will be blessed.
So
listen… and Hold fast to Me…
And
when you die, I am Death, whom you will see…”
I feel
a touch on my hand…
I look
to see my child holding onto me…
“Mama,
I may have not flown far, but I have flown... now I must land.”
I
blink away the tears, “I will hold you in my love… Go, my child.
Go to
Him as a treasured dove.”
I feel
my body stir and my eyes open.
Death
is two beings…
One is
God’s love and grace…
The
other is Satan’s face.
Listen
closely to my words…
Hold
once in life…
Hold
twice in death…
Hold
forever in life again.
We all
will die…
We all
will have to say goodbye.
So my
friends, tell me…
Which
Death do you plan to see?
~Marie
J.~
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