Mother’s Song
by Stacey on Dec.07, 2010, under Poetry
3 generations of women in our family
I’ve lost my baby daughter,
Though not misplaced.
I feel she’s somewhere
Bound by neither time nor space.
Perhaps she sits before the Throne
With radiant face.
She could be dancing happily
Like little girls do
With golden taps beneath
Each precious little shoe.
I know she must love music,
So I’m sure it’s true.
I’m grateful that in Heaven
She is healthy and strong
And that she’s lulled to sleep each night
By Heaven’s song,
But I wish I could hold her;
Is that terribly wrong?
I sang so often to her
While she was with me
And I will go on listening
For her harmony.
How sweet to know
I’ll hear it In eternity.
Lisa L. Easterling
Copyright 1990