I can only think right now of one time in my life that involved pleading. I begged Heavenly Father for my baby. Her name was Dorian. She would be 23 years old this month.
Our Arms That Day
Now I come to you,
With empty arms,
Our baby's all gone,
I feel so alone.
They took her from me,
From my waiting arms,
To go back to Heaven
Instead of our home.
The angels wait for her,
With open arms,
They welcome her back,
Oh God! Please take me on!
You reach out to me,
With loving arms,
And hold me so close,
Show me I'm not alone.
With tears in your eyes,
And me in your arms,
We let her go,
But we are not alone.
©17 January 1998 Suzanne Gunter McClendon.
This poem was written in memory of our daughter Dorian stillborn at 20 weeks on 15 July 1993.
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Disclaimer: These Filipino word images are from an article by Isabelle Laureta on BuzzFeed titled
“36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language”. All credit goes to them.
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I am so sorry that happened to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I appreciate that. I miss her, but I know that she is in a much better place. With Heavenly Father, nothing can ever cause her pain or sorrow. She is happy, healthy, and alive forever in His presence.
DeleteHave a wonderful day. :)
Tears. I lost two babies in miscarriage. I detest that word. One story is almost beyond belief, as to the aftermath. Hugs.
ReplyDelete{{{Hugs}}} I am so sorry. :( I detest the word, too. It makes it sound like we did something wrong. I also hate the other word used in this situation, "abortion". It makes it sound like we killed our babies and by choice, when nothing could be further from the truth. Some people do not understand how much pain one word can cause.
DeletePlease share your story with me if you feel comfortable doing so.
I hope that you have a blessed and beautiful day!