Dear William in his Sunday clothes,
Heís getting down on bended kneeÖ
So nervous I could almost faint,
Heís really going to propose,
My William wants to marry me.
I catch my breath enough to say,
ďOh yes, Iíll gladly be your wife.Ē
Iím tingling with happiness,
Iíve dreamed of this exciting day,
The promise that we make for life.
My head is spinning with the plans,
My motherís sewing wedding dress,
But even more, Iím packing, too,
To move out to the frontier landsÖ
Iím nervous, that, I will confess.
Iím taking knitting needles, thread,
Material, crochet hooks, too,
So I can make the things weíll need.
Iíll be a busy newlywed,
Iíll 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 outdoneÖ
I know our union will be blessed.
Our wagon packed, weíre set to go,
Weíre joining with a wagon train.
Good-byes to loved ones breaks my heart,
And yet I know it must be soÖ
My heart will heal of grieving pain.
On dusty trails the days are long,
Each day just like the day before,
But Iím still smiling anywayÖ
Iím with my husband, loving, strong,
The handsome man I most adore.
The long awaited day is here
And we are settling on our landÖ
A well, our cabin and a barn
With just one neighbor that is near
And giving us a helping hand.
Iím feeling sick, oh could it be?
If so, I have so much to do.
Canít wait to tell my William that
A baby is inside of me,
A baby made between us two.
Iím growing bigger evíry day,
Feel baby kicking all the time.
Iím sewing, knitted booties, too,
Theyíre on the mantle, sweet displayÖ
Prepared for little one of mine.
Exciting time, but Iím concerned
That something doesnít feel quite right,
Donít feel the kicking anymore,
I wish for movement to returnÖ
But nothing more and now itís night.
The labor pains so hard to bear,
Experience is draining me.
So sad because I know the end,
Heart aches because itís so unfair,
A living baby we wonít see.
Together holding lifeless one,
In silent moments, so forlorn,
We must accept realityÖ
Before her birth, her life was done,
Tears mix together as we mourn.
My heart is grieving evíry day,
Although my William prays for me,
Feel nothing good, but only loss.
Thereís something I must put away,
Those booties I canít bear to see.
Feel somethingís missing deep in meÖ
Although I love to be a wife,
I want a precious baby, too.
When this desire comes to me,
I know Ďtwill 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 saysÖ
Perhaps Iíll even laugh again.
Iím feeling better all the time
And even brought the booties outÖ
Theyíre on the mantle and I know
One day a baby will be mine
With precious feet to fill them out.
Again, Iím growing all along,
And outhouse trips are even more,
Iím singing, smiling againÖ
Iíve even put the booties on
The mantle where they were before.
Iím trying not to be afraid,
But trusting in my Fatherís planÖ
Iím clinging to His promises,
Each day I ask His strength to aid
And place our baby in His hands.
I see those booties evíry day,
Theyíre always there reminding me
To keep preparing for the birth.
Iíve sewn more clothes and Iíve crocheted
So baby will have all it needs.
The labor pains donít seem as bad,
It all feels right and I believe
That evírything will be okay.
Oh yes, our babyís 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 begunÖ
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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