More letters to our children, as invited in this post on "returning to our roots".
Mine is here.
Our friend and former co-blogger Theresa of Lumina shares her poem to her son...with permission.
ok..I'll share something I wrote about 20 years ago for the blog if you want....makes me see the many ways God has healed me...but I do remember that pain....
6/86 To Joshua
To you my unborn child, my son, so much I need to say
To let you know where I was at on that your dying day
I was so full of fear myself, incapable to see
That giving life to you my son was my responsibility.
A child myself, I did not know the options that I had
So I made the choice to let you die although my heart was sad.
My parents had forsaken me disowned me as their own
I could not handle another way for I was all alone.
The nightmare of that day, my son it lingers deep inside
For along with you, my precious child, a part of me has died.
Though many years passed since then, and others I have raised
I never have forgotten you, you’re with my all my days.
You’re the child that I never held, who never got to live
Who never got to feel inside the love I have to give.
The brother my children will never know
The grandson my parents lost
Unwed mother that I was, and you, you paid the cost.
People say that you’ll forget, that time will heal the ache
But I carry the cross of you my son, the child I did forsake.
And on my day of judgment, this cross I’ll bring to Him
Knowing in His mercy ,He forgives me for my sin.
For now within my heart and soul, there always is regret
For killing you, my unborn son, God’s child I never met