She was the blessing,
She was the smile.
She was the much awaited,
From my womb into my hands.
She was so tiny,
Yet so appealing.
One said–so red, fresh & blooming,
Yeah, she was my little rose!
For the first time, I brought her home,
“Oh no! Will she like it there?”
I had written her a love poem,
Sealed her cradle with all my care!
But then she cried all night,
Tiny eyes welled up, she was not calm.
I held her close, so very tight,
“Here you belong, here in my arm”
Don’t know when & don’t know how,
She said “mamma”, I said “wow”
She smiled, she played, she grew,
Whatever happened, together we saw it through.
Different phases, different stages,
My “A” was her “B”, we read different pages.
I said, “Baby, this is best”
She said, “But you don even know the rest!”
There were times when she cried,
But I felt my hands were tied.
Times when she struggled,
I said, “Here you belong, here, in my arms”
But then distance was our enemy,
And time was our judge.
She was miles apart
And alone she had to see it out.
It all worked fine,
It was all for good.
God has His own time,
He planned it out right.
But He placed this angel into MY arms,
And now there she was in another’s……
How could I, but trust this other boy?
What was this mystery?
Somebody help me…
But then she came, so softly,
And whispered to me like that baby,
“Your arms have blessed me and
brought me till here but……..
It is there I belong, there in his arms”