I hope I never forget. No wait.
The last 5 + weeks were real. As real as real can be. Whoever says different is kidding themselves.
Isn't it interesting how death can change you just as much as life?
I don't get that. Why do we have to lose something to realize what's important in life?
Or what's important to God?
Is that grace? Mother says, "God gives you grace to enjoy things....but sometimes He just gives you grace to endure it."
So this is my enduring it, by writing a poem to the sweet baby we lost.
Here's to our baby "June".
Dear June, I held you just a little while
My June, how I've imagined your sweet smile
Baby June, your Mommy wishes you had stayed
Oh June, why did you go away?
Fair June, your Daddy loved you oh so well
Precious June, if you had known him you could tell
Dearest June, we both have loved you from the start
Oh June, why did we have to part?
Cute June, I think you would have had my nose
Lovely June, and perhaps his lips and toes
But June, no matter what your features be
Oh June, we'd love them completely!
Perfect June, we fought for your sweet, little life
Tiny June, by doing everything so right
Sweet June, I guess the Lord had other plans
Oh June, you're safe now in His hands.
Our June, you'll be forever in our hearts
Little June, and though from us you did depart
Heavenly June, you're in a much, much better place
Someday we'll see you face to face.