Sorrow

Rarely do I run out of words. But I have a dear friend who lost her son 4 days ago. He was an infant Lydia's age. I have literally, physically been aching for her. Often when emotion overwhelms me, I have to put it to poetry. Somehow that helps me process when prose just doesn't seem to work.

So I tried to put words to the pain every mother fears that now my dear friend is living. Here's a glimpse of my heart. Please pray for this family.

Baby Boy

Lost

He was here, right here.

He was mine. Ours. Yours.

He is Yours.

He was a gift. My gift. The gift You gave.

Yours.

I loved him. I love him. I can’t stop loving him!

You loved him. You love him now.

How? Why? When?

I thought he would be here still.

Are You here still?

‘Be still and know . . .’

Here, You are right here.

I feel You.

And he is with You.

Found.

~Jody Robinson April 2008