Poem: Breathless


Breathless

 

Breathless as the womb expands

Breathless till child’s bottom receives it’s very first hand

The cry all parents long for, music to all  Grand-Parents hearts

The only time we ever wish to hear our child cry

The child grows from crawling then walking

The parents hold their breath

Watching and wondering

What choices will our little angel make

Breathless anticipation, the good we hope for

The bad we pray they will learn from

And never again let it darken their door

As age takes hold of our bodies

We look back upon the life that we lived

Traveling our nation’s highways

In the motor home that our child did give

The vistas of God’s beauty surrounds us

Breathless beauty, where man’s footprint seldom tread

Nearly breathless as we are but a step or two

From the calling of the earth, the destiny we all must face

Breathlessly we look back one last time

At the beauty of our children and theirs

Now death has only a minute sting as we lay breathlessly in God’s earth

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see

Breathlessly, hoping to behold our loved ones faces once again

Breathlessly now hoping for a smile, not anger, upon our Creators face

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