Shhhh... it's not time to wake me, Mommy.
Yes, I've come to know you this soon,
Nestled in the comfort of your womb.
Your breath seems so slow and so deep-
Its rhythm has lulled me to sleep.
Shhhh... it's not time to wake me, Siblings.
My eyes have still to see the sun;
These crooked limbs have yet to run.
You'll have to wait to play with me,
To ride our bikes and climb our tree.
Shhhh... it's not time to wake me, Daddy.
My tiny hands can't grasp yours now,
Nor your gentle words teach me how.
Keep those stories and nursery rhymes,
Save your wisdom for another time,
Shhhh... it's not time to wake me
Although my story seems untold,
My future's promised to unfold.
I will awake when I am whole,
Stirred my HIS whisper to my soul!
-Sharlee Foster-
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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I like the poem its real cute.
I miss Christian a lot.
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