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 Blankets for Healing