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Dear William in his Sunday clothes,
He’s getting down on bended knee…
So nervous I could almost faint,
He’s really going to propose,
My William wants to marry me.
I catch my breath enough to say,
“Oh yes, I’ll gladly be your wife.”
I’m tingling with happiness,
I’ve dreamed of this exciting day,
The promise that we make for life.
My head is spinning with the plans,
My mother’s sewing wedding dress,
But even more, I’m packing, too,
To move out to the frontier lands…
I’m nervous, that, I will confess.
I’m taking knitting needles, thread,
Material, crochet hooks, too,
So I can make the things we’ll need.
I’ll be a busy newlywed,
I’ll have so much to make and do.
My wedding day, a perfect one,
I feel so pretty in my dress,
Our families are here with us,
And nothing could have been outdone…
I know our union will be blessed.
Our wagon packed, we’re set to go,
We’re joining with a wagon train.
Good-byes to loved ones breaks my heart,
And yet I know it must be so…
My heart will heal of grieving pain.
On dusty trails the days are long,
Each day just like the day before,
But I’m still smiling anyway…
I’m with my husband, loving, strong,
The handsome man I most adore.
The long awaited day is here
And we are settling on our land…
A well, our cabin and a barn
With just one neighbor that is near
And giving us a helping hand.
I’m feeling sick, oh could it be?
If so, I have so much to do.
Can’t wait to tell my William that
A baby is inside of me,
A baby made between us two.
I’m growing bigger ev’ry day,
Feel baby kicking all the time.
I’m sewing, knitted booties, too,
They’re on the mantle, sweet display…
Prepared for little one of mine.
Exciting time, but I’m concerned
That something doesn’t feel quite right,
Don’t feel the kicking anymore,
I wish for movement to return…
But nothing more and now it’s night.
The labor pains so hard to bear,
Experience is draining me.
So sad because I know the end,
Heart aches because it’s so unfair,
A living baby we won’t see.
Together holding lifeless one,
In silent moments, so forlorn,
We must accept reality…
Before her birth, her life was done,
Tears mix together as we mourn.
My heart is grieving ev’ry day,
Although my William prays for me,
Feel nothing good, but only loss.
There’s something I must put away,
Those booties I can’t bear to see.
Feel something’s missing deep in me…
Although I love to be a wife,
I want a precious baby, too.
When this desire comes to me,
I know ‘twill be a tree of life.
Keep clinging to His promises,
I have my moments now and then
That I can feel the hope inside.
Joy will return the Bible says…
Perhaps I’ll even laugh again.
I’m feeling better all the time
And even brought the booties out…
They’re on the mantle and I know
One day a baby will be mine
With precious feet to fill them out.
Again, I’m growing all along,
And outhouse trips are even more,
I’m singing, smiling again…
I’ve even put the booties on
The mantle where they were before.
I’m trying not to be afraid,
But trusting in my Father’s plan…
I’m clinging to His promises,
Each day I ask His strength to aid
And place our baby in His hands.
I see those booties ev’ry day,
They’re always there reminding me
To keep preparing for the birth.
I’ve sewn more clothes and I’ve crocheted
So baby will have all it needs.
The labor pains don’t seem as bad,
It all feels right and I believe
That ev’rything will be okay.
Oh yes, our baby’s here at last,
I hear her crying, so relieved.
Together holding little one,
Our hearts cannot contain the joy,
She looks so precious, beautiful.
Her life has only just begun…
Tears mix together in our joy.
We put the booties on her feet,
This baby girl whom we adore,
Those little booties that I made
Will stay on little one so sweet,
Not on that mantle anymore.
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