Vigil No. 1
Near the end of summer
we held vigil, as
death crept through
his body, shrunk
My wife and I are the parents of two grown men. One married with a child on the way.
Oddly enough yesterday, in the car, we were discussing everything from adoption to having a surrogate carry your child, to invitro fertilization. Compared to our friends, we had our children later in life. For my wife 33 and 37. For me 34…
A blessing for mamas whose babies are here
They grow, they love, and they learn with you near.
They roll, they crawl, they walk and they run
Play chase, tumble and sing and have fun.
They stumble and trip and cry and throw fits
But you hold them and squeeze them and love them to bits.