One wept whose only child was dead,
Newborn, 10 years ago.
“Weep not; she is in bliss,” they said.
She answered, “Even so,
“Ten years ago was born in pain
A child, not now forlorn.
But oh, ten years ago, in vain
A mother, a mother was born.”
This poem was read during our church service on March 2, 2008. It had been three short days since our second daughter was born, 32 days short of a year since our first.
There are no diapers to change or bottles to clean. The car seat and stroller remain at the store. Toys are not scattered from room to room. From the outside looking in, we do not have children. But on the inside…
Daddy Daughter Dance
1 year ago