For just a little while,
You held me close to your heart.
Your voice was sweet and gentle,
I loved you from the start.
But then I heard you say
That you didn’t want me to be born.
And so those cold instruments took hold of me,
And from you I was torn.
God had a special plan for me,
One that He wanted you to share.
I would have loved growing up with you,
If my life you had spared.
There was so much you could have taught me,
It could have been such fun.
Now I will never sit on your lap,
Go barefoot, swing, play, hop and run.
Mommy, I’m not mad at you,
And I’m sorry I got in your way.
But my little soul lives on in Heaven,
And I hope to see you one day.
I believe that when you get to Heaven,
You will know me and love me, too.
And if you have the time,
We’ll sit and talk and find lots of things to do.
Jesus said on the cross, “Father, forgive them,
They know not what they do.”
Mommy, Jesus loves you and forgives you,
And I do too.
Arthur, age 75