Letter to my Unborn Child.
November 11, 2007 by Gertrude
I saw you today…
blond curls bouncing as you played in the field
felt your weight displace in my arms
as I held you for the first time.
as I held you for the only time
felt your weight displace in my arms
as I held you for the first time.
as I held you for the only time
Your eyes were his…
mirroring my reflection in them
mirroring my reflection in them
I am so thankful
to have met you
my beautiful boy
to have met you
my beautiful boy
I would have dressed you in pastels all the time
taught you that different is glorious–
be whatever you choose
be whatever you choose
taught you that grandpa will never let you down…
sang you songs in French
and gorged you on fresh snap peas from the garden
I would have loved you
more than I ever thought possible
given you every opportunity for greatness that I could
and always displayed your artwork with pride
I would have never missed a chance to watch you play soccer
or dance
or beat your father at chess…
I would have taught you the importance of doing for yourself
and made sure you knew you could always ask for help,
would have read to you each night
the many, many books Grandma would give to you
and we would laugh
and play
and be silly
just because we could…
I would have built you a sand box in the garden
like my father built me
and a fort in the trees
where imagination could change reality
and anything was possible
would have kissed every skinned knee
wiped every tear
and made sure you always wore your helmet–
your mind is too precious to risk.
would have kissed every skinned knee
wiped every tear
and made sure you always wore your helmet–
your mind is too precious to risk.
I would have walked behind you in life
catching you if you fell
but letting you lead your own
My beautiful boy,
Oh how I would have loved you…
My God girl, my prayers are with you. Beautifully written, and yes you will meet again
I am sorry, I meant you will meet in heaven. . .