My Day Old Child
By Carol Lynn Pearson
My day old child lay in my arms,
With my lips against his ear.
I whispered strongly, "How I wish--
I wish that you could hear,
"I've a hundred wonderful things to say,
(a tiny cough and a nod),
hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
So I can tell you about God."
My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled his ear,
But a kind of light passed through his eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:
"How I wish I had a voice and words,
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I forget, I'd tell you of God --
I left Him yesterday."

~Emily
Awwww, this poem made me cry! I've never heard it before, but it's absolutely beautiful. And so true :)
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Confessions From A Working Mom
I know! It made me cry, too. Very sweet. :)
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