Saturday, June 16, 2012

my favourite things/ sweet little baby

sweet little baby
now don't you cry
mama's gonna sing you
a lullaby

some say they just eat and sleep
and poop and pee

but I looked deep into her eyes
on day two
after she smiled twice
before she turned
and held her gaze elsewhere

that one look
opened up her soul to me
and she saw deep into mine
she let me in
for just a short moment
when I wasn't expecting it to happen
and now I will never forget

It is like
now
I know a part of her

she knows a part of me

we understand
something of each other

and I can't get this love
for her
under
control

last night she went back to her mama to be
and I cried

my three days to just help out
had been filled with her presence
and now she is gone
I see her beauty
gaze out
through dark eyes
clear
and sparking
searching for One
to really trust
while others
walk away

she carries something
to everyone
in her smile
something that broke me
told me to watch her grow
gloriously
like a
wildflower
scattered in a field
where the afternoon sun
lays golden and warm
while Sonbeams
watch over her

I want to see her bloom

I have this picture
in my heart

a hand reaching out
from a soft blanket

almost trusting

a ransomed one
reaching out for something
for Someone

one day
yes, one day

she will find out
she is so treasured
and we will make paper airplanes
and throw our dreams to the wind
trusting the Dreamgiver
to open little hearts
and make them
big for Him

a hand reaching out

sweet little baby

my favourite things













22 comments:

  1. I so understand this, Susan. I remember the first time I met my first granddaughter and looking into her eyes and knowing there was a connection, deep and mysterious and inexplicable. I knew her, she knew me. It was the same with Ema when I finally met her . . . makes me weep with the wonder of it all.

    Those three days have undoubtedly impacted her as much as you, my friend. Heaven will one day tell the story again and I will stand with tears streaming down beside you. Such beauty here.

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    1. we're crybabies Andrea Dawn!
      I am so glad you stand with me

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  2. Beautiful verse and photo, deep and meaningful.

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  3. No words for this one, but I wanted you to know I was quietly here. Some moments are just so personal. This was one of those and I was privileged to be a witness of it through the prose.

    Thank you,
    Dawn

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  4. I hope you save this poem and the photo for her to see one day...so loving.

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  5. Oh this has me crying too. That knowing that comes from Him, that I can't get my mind wrapped around . ..but you put words to it so wonderfully. I'm so blessed for your 3 days with her . ..a lot can happen in 3 days. Believing with you for her and all her days ahead!
    love and prayers!

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    1. and today my dear friend, I am on my way to pick up my three grand kiddies and daughter as they come in from Africa for a whole month visit. I will be joyous crying for a while!

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  6. this is just beautiful...just read your daughter’s post...I can’t imagine the joy that fills you heart...enjoy...drink it all in...and i know you will savor every moment. blessings to you~

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    1. so glad you could read Shoshi's post too! It is such an answer to prayer... to a dream come true

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  7. Just lovely.
    That is all.
    Blessings to your family!
    Felecia

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  8. Ohhh, what a precious picture, Susan. :-) I love the little fist curled up so tightly, the babe snug as a bug in the blanket. Beautiful. :-)

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  9. to think that we were all so tiny once.... life is such a gift!

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  10. Thank you for sharing.

    If I try to type more, I will cry.

    Blessings
    ann

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    1. Ann, your heart is full of His Love...

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  11. A hand reaching out, so beautiful, and trusting the dream giver - you write such awesome things. The words just trickle down the page and always land in the heart. And Susan, thank you for swinging by in the middle of one of the biggest struggles of my life. Every day is still a struggle to resist falling again down the rabbit hole. It has cost me so much already and continues to exact a toll – but I trudge forward – feet through heavy snow – following my light. I’ve barely been able to write posts, much less read blogs I heart. Little bits of me are returning piece by piece – and that you were there through it – that means the world to me. God bless and keep you and each and every one of yours to stay.

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    1. Blessings from God's heart to your's Craig... He is the healer of our souls, our whole lives... may we wait on Him
      This little hand is just like our big ones reaching out. God will hold us up.

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  12. "To open little hearts and make them Big for Him" - what a blessing prayer for a child! What a beautiful poem of maternal love! It made me think of all the hands reaching out, big and little, that need that kind of love!

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  13. Just found your blog . Such a nice way of being thankful--favorite things are the embodiment of thankfulness.

    THe bond that happens just by looking into another's eyes is astonishing.

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