I wrote this poem over two years ago and it still brings a tear to my eye as I read it. I remember having gone through so much emotionally back then and this poem really nails it. It seemed perfect to add to this week of posts that I’ve dedicated to DLG:
As I sit here and hold you in the dark
And you sleep in my arms
I can’t stop looking at your beautiful face.
It looks so peaceful and calm
I can tell what great care God took
To shape the curves of your face.
The effects of the world have had no bearing on your look.
As I run my hand along the curve of your cheek,
Your skin feels as smooth as a ceramic vase.
You do not make a single sound,
For your dream must be a good one.
I rub my finger across your tiny eyebrows
And I think “I’ve never noticed how lovely they are” until now.
I continue to run my hand through your fine hair
And wonder how you could get any more picturesque.
I trace the outline of your perfectly sculpted ear
And think it’s a shame they’ll be covered by your hair before too long.
As I place my hand on your chest to feel you breath you let out a sigh.
It’s a sigh of comfort and of content.
A tear comes to my eye
Because I feel I have done my duty to comfort you
And I wish someone was there to comfort me.
Then almost as immediately as that thought comes to my mind
I realize it to be true.
You see, little daughter of mine,
There is Someone who holds me too.
He holds me close to His heart and knows I am a beautiful creation
He is always there and I am wrapped in His arms
Through this dream that is my life
He runs His hand along my cheek and through my hair
He listens to me breath in the same I listen to you
He stills His breath when I squirm
And smiles when I let out a contented sigh
He tightens His hold when my dreams become nightmares
And soothes me as I find my way through them
Tears come to His eyes
Because he knows how hard they must have been.
But He is there to comfort me through
As I will be here to comfort you through yours.
One day, many years from now, when I wake from my dream
He will still be holding me.
“Well, good morning” He’ll say,
“Tell me about your dream.”
It’s getting late now
And I wish these moments could last forever.
Because even as I hold you
You’re growing up too fast.
You won’t even remember these moments that we had
But I forever will.
And what you may not know now
Is that He holds you close to His heart as well
Because you are his beautiful child too.
Oh little child of mine
I wish I knew how you
Who knows so little
Could teach me so much.
From this dream and beyond,
I love you endlessly