~ Blessings ~
Standing by the door,
a mother and her friend.
Tears in my eyes~
this pain will never end.
A perfect healthy baby,
sitting in the cart.
Smiles & fun for everyone~
for me~ a broken heart.
I watched the happy mom,
as she proudly showed her friend,
her baby had a tooth~
...I had flowers in my hand.
She continued with her shopping,
her baby at her side.
I had to leave the store~
the tears I couldn't hide.
I quickly drove away,
...the flowers in my hand.
This broken heart will never mend~
I'll never understand.
A mom~ with her baby,
holds such blessings from above.
A smile, a cry, a tooth~
a baby she can love.
I hope she understands,
the blessings Our Lord gave.
...I have these flowers~
and a tiny little grave.
Standing by the door,
a mother and her friend.
Tears in my eyes~
this pain will never end.
A perfect healthy baby,
sitting in the cart.
Smiles & fun for everyone~
for me~ a broken heart.
I watched the happy mom,
as she proudly showed her friend,
her baby had a tooth~
...I had flowers in my hand.
She continued with her shopping,
her baby at her side.
I had to leave the store~
the tears I couldn't hide.
I quickly drove away,
...the flowers in my hand.
This broken heart will never mend~
I'll never understand.
A mom~ with her baby,
holds such blessings from above.
A smile, a cry, a tooth~
a baby she can love.
I hope she understands,
the blessings Our Lord gave.
...I have these flowers~
and a tiny little grave.
© Sharon Kivisto 1997
I've definitely been feeling this pain lately each and every time I go to the store. Finding this poem made me realize that I'm not the only one to experience it.
1 comment:
That poem is painfully true. I've been on both sides of that doorway. It's no secret which side I prefer, and I hope that some day you might be on the other side again as well, Rita.
Hang in there, my friend.
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