Somewhere in my late teens, I started to develop a sensitivity to bleeding. Not to the bleeding from minor cuts and scrapes I got while doing work in my yard or from nicks caused by my razor while shaving, but to the bleeding from deep cuts or wounds associated with some unseen internal damage. I would feel lightheaded if something had cut me deep enough to hit bone. I once passed out while paying for dental work I just had because I was bleeding heavily from the gums where two wisdom teeth were removed.
Into our hands each one was entrusted,
A precious treasure from Heaven above.
With sweet little faces cast in our image,
They teach us all how simply to love.
We hold on well to our precious treasures,
Watching them grow by day and by night.
The world in their eyes is so full of wonder,
Yet to us they are its most blissful sight.
We stand in awe as they start to imagine,
Color the world and brighten our homes.
Unburdening us with their childish laughter –
They make us smile with their smiles alone.
We hurt inside and tears fill our eyes
When from us a precious treasure departs.
It matters not if they were our own,
Seeing them go breaks our spirits and hearts.
So when we cry as these little gifts leave,
And reel from a pain that cuts deep as bone,
A great truth of the world is revealed –
These precious treasures were never ours alone.
For each lovely child parents have in their lives
Is a treasure that comes to them through birth.
But the power children have to enlighten their lives
Can also shine light across the Earth.
No matter the cost, these gifts we must guard
That they might help cast this world anew.
Remembering all the while, we’re here only because
We were all once precious treasures too.
[Inspired by the tragic events of the Newtown, Connecticut elementary school shooting. No words of mine can offer solace to the family members and loved ones of the children who perished. I just want them to know that I grieve with them, as I know many of you do. -M]
Like mists of the morning the Sun burns away,
So brief was my time on this earthly plane.
Though your eyes never witnessed my body grow,
There are parts of my soul your heart should know.
For in that moment when I came to be,
I felt the great depth of your love for me.
Each time you embraced or simply came near,
The lullaby of your hearts beating filled my ears.
Wrapped tight by your thoughts and dreams of me,
I slept in a warmth and comfort you could not see.
While I had not a name for you to call,
I came to the warmth of your hand when beside me it would fall.
Though I’ve left you for now, do not despair,
For I’ve known the best parts of you – your love and your care.
Above all else know this to be true,
I am the love that’s waiting in Heaven for you.
[Dedicated to all parents and couples who have endured loss while trying to have a baby. Stay strong. -M]