Not able to hold you, we give you over
to arms that will never let you go.
Not able to see you, formed in secret
by the God you now know.
Little One
Not sure of the gender
that would clothe your life.
We called you Hope, through the sadness,
not swayed by the strife.
Little One
Though not able to smell
the sweetness of your birth.
We await the reunion in heaven,
accept the wait here, on earth.
Little One
Memories now etched by blood
of someone we knew, but never met.
Still, a precious gift from God,
not ever willing to forget.
Little One
4/4/96 By Jay Cookingham - In Memory of Baby Hope Cookingham 4/2/96
(copyright 1996 Jay Cookingham)
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I have never experienced the pain of losing a child, but have gone through the pain of wanting one, and never having been able to have one. I can empathize. But he/she is waiting to welcome you when your life on this earth is over. Good expression of grief.
This little eulogy is so touching. Your babe is safe in the arms of Jesus. Thank you so much for reading my poems and commenting. It meant a lot to me. Dottie Perkins
May the God of comfort strengthen you as you face each day. I won't say "I know how you are feeling" because I don't - each one's experience with grief is unique. I would leave you with a word that the Lord gave me as I faced grief - "Blessed are they that mourn - for they shall be comforted".
Very touching. I went through something slightly differant a few months ago. My wife and I went through an adoption only to have the birth mother changed her mind a week after we had him in our home. Alas, I will praise Him.
