The Gift Of Life

In remembrance and under death

as a broken mother’s heart

I file her name

and as if they're etched into my soul

those memories....

they are so ingrained.

delivered by God

no cries of a life.

Her vibrance already drained

she was my darling daughter

and in my mother's arms

still and silent, she laid

I cradled and grieved

long before the chance

of a blessed Welcome came.

she is now of this earth

in the form of spirit and love

and that is where she shall remain

but sometimes at night

I cry for her.

I whisper her name.

I can seldom forget her beauty

or that of the sun

on my face that day

was it a sign?

a spiritual message

sent a grieving mother's way

" I have her here with me

and you will know her too...

someday"

What I do know,

and with all my mothers heart, I know

she was not taken from me

in vain

and I like to believe

in the magnitude

of what she gave

that her beautiful universal soulless self

gave the gift of life

to another mother's babe