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Abandoned

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Standing in the shadows, her tears flowed gently down her cheeks.

She was alone.

She didn’t want anyone to see the tears, as though somehow it made her weak.

She was strong.

Her mother had just taken her last breath after fighting for weeks.

Her lovely mom.

She felt so abandoned by the world.

Alone and abandoned.

Tears for Grandma

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Little boy, little boy, Why do you cry?

I want my grandma to come back from heaven.

Little boy, little boy, I’m sorry she’s gone.

Why did God take her? We had playing left to do.

Little boy, little boy, it was her time to go.

But I was not ready. I just miss her so.

Little boy, little boy, she’s still here with you. In the sky up above, on the grass next to you. Your grandma’s love will always be true.

But I want to see her right here, today.

Little boy, little boy, she watches you play.

 

The Footprints

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As I walked along the cool, damp sand

I noticed my footprints behind me.

The impression they made quickly disappeared

as the salt water softly lapped back into the sea.

I thought about her then and how quickly life passes

Like the footprints now gone, so was she.

It was there in my memory that I’d remember them now,

just like her voice, her laugh, her scent.

We are all just footprints on the great shore of life.

All the memories of us, washed back by the water.

She will always be, as she was, never changing,

but her memory in others may fade.

My soul is tormented by the grief of her loss,

my mind questions why our lives had to change.

My heart burns like the embers of a full forest fire,

but it also finds peace in the water.

Oh mama, my lovely mama, no matter how much time passes,

Forever will I carry you in my heart.

Unsettled

Walking through the house again, I notice her clothes laid across the chair in her room. No idea she would never come home. Her lipstick and brush lay atop her dresser.

It’s up to me to choose her dress because I’m her daughter, her only daughter. Why did she have to go now?  I was not ready to say goodbye. You are never really ready to say goodbye.

Tears stream gently down my cheeks again. They never cease these days. How can I go on without her? I have my faith and my family, but not her. I need her, especially now.  She understood me better than I did myself. Dad says he thought he’d go first.  How will he cope without his lively “better half”, his Irish Rose?

Will they put the lipstick on that she likes? Will her hair look okay?  She needed to get a perm and the color had faded.  I painted her nails a pretty pink that she liked before I left.  I hope they don’t change that.  Why now?  Why?

And Now You are Mine

They waited with anticipation.  A little girl to call their own.  This one felt right when the call came.

They had been a family of three and she would make four.  She always felt she had more love to give.  Now she would have a little girl as well as her darling boy.

The call came.  She was perfect.  She was five days old.  Fair skin, fair hair and blue eyes.  So beautiful.  And now she was theirs.

The mother looked at her new baby girl with awe and amazement.  She looked in her new daughter’s eyes with the love that only a mother knows.  She touched her soft, silky baby cheeks, her tiny hands with fingers curled around her own.

Her husband looked on and knew this was the right decision.  This baby girl would breathe life and excitement into their world. She was theirs.  She was truly theirs.

God had loved them enough to give them this little girl and to give the little girl two parents and a big brother to love and protect her.  The blessings were abundant. Little did any of them know how much love adopting that little girl that October would bring.  It would last a lifetime for all of them.

As the mother held her new daughter close, she gave her a kiss on her forehead.  She spoke softly and gently to her darling new daughter, “and now you are mine.”

Never a day went by when the mother and daughter did not feel those blessings.  They had good times and bad, but the love of a lifetime, the joyful memories and the lessons learned would carry that little girl far.  Both mother and daughter prayed for and thanked God for the first blessing.  They thanked God for the young woman who gave up the baby girl so she could have a better life than she could give her.

Now the baby girl is grown up and her mother is watching over her from above, but the baby girl never forgets to be grateful for the many blessings of being her mother’s daughter.