Monday, January 20, 2014

Waiting There For Me

Today would have been my middle daughter’s 24th birthday. Bethany Rose was born on January 20, 1990, three months early. While  the medical field of neonatal care has made it possible for even tinier premature babies to survive and go on to live happy, productive lives, Bethany was not among them. I am thankful to God for the time He allowed me to have her with me, so close to my heart. This is a poem I wrote as a memoriam in 1993. The daffodils are because I’ve always loved them so, and they are what I planted around her headstone on her grave.


I’ll never hold you in my arms
or see your little smile,
but I know you’re with Him
     …waiting there;
I’ll see you in a while.

I’ll never get to play with you
or hold your hand in mine,
but I know you’re with Him
     …waiting there;
I’ll see you soon, in time.

I’ll never watch you walk or run
or playing hide and seek, 
but I know you’re with Him
     …waiting there;
I’ll see you, wait and see.

I’ll see you when my time has come,
as yours had come before;
I’ll see you Bethany, 
and hold you close,
and long for you no more.

And then my tears will fade away
at the sight of you and He,
because I know you’re with Him
     …waiting there for me.

Photos: 1.; 2.; 3.; 4.

1 comment:

  1. Valerie, that is beautiful. I remember the anguish and grief of losing your precious little girl. I wish it could have had a different ending. Love, Mom