Another poem about how the lives of those who have lost a child at birth are touched forever.
The door is closed. The lights turned off.
The closet stands bare.
All the room once waiting…
For the child that should be there.Sorrow wells up inside of us.
Our tears, an endless flow.
All because we miss the child…
The child we’ll never know.No camping trips, No soccer games,
Nor late evening talks,
No baseball camps or shopping trips
No shaded moutain walks.We have not even memories
To help through times like these
We only have each other,
as we go down on our knees…To plead with you, our Father,
To take this pain away…
To help us know your love
will guide us through each day.We may never know the reasons
For this terrible tragedy;
But we can know you love us
through all life’s mysteries.Our time was far too brief;
It was over before its start…
But our little angel left behind
Footprints Across Our Heart
Author: W.Patrick Queen
Very poignant poem indeed, thanks for sharing it