This morning during my quiet time, I thought of our little granddaughter Allison. Tomorrow is her first birthday, and though her first year did not begin easily, it will end with celebration. While I was thinking about her and our gracious Lord, this poem came to me.
She’ll be one year old
In one more day,
And we all will celebrate:
Her family, friends and all the others
Who prayed, who tended,
Who wept and mended
Our broken notions
Of what a new life brings.
But for all the tubes, the stitches, wire,
IV’s, monitors and scars,
And prayers,
mostly the prayers,
We’d not be joyfully awaiting
Watching her lively precious face,
Savor a piece of her first birthday cake.
2 comments:
Ah, yes. Another very special blessing. Each one loved very much. All my granddaughters bring me so much pride. They are special. And while different, so are the grandsons. One very lucky dad, then grandpa; soon great-grandpa! I've been so blessed.
Oh, Deb . . . thank you!
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