Good-bye Baby
One mother carries her
Longed-for baby to term,
Dreading,
Yet anticipating
The difficult labor to come.
When her work is done,
She holds the fulfillment of her dreams
Tightly in her arms.
She counts tiny fingers
And miniature toes,
And plants tender kisses
On baby’s sweet nose.
Another mother labors in agony,
Torn, wanting the pain to end,
Knowing that when it does
The baby she has birthed
Will be lifeless and cold.
She will hold,
She will weep,
She will unwillingly release.
I am that mother.
Momma Ronda
Strength for Today: Psalm 94:17-19
