Only Sometimes . . . |
By Anita Hobbs |
In memory of her daughter Nicole |
It’s been years since I walked, with empty arms, out of the NICU but still cry sometimes.
But only . . . When I pull off the road for a passing funeral procession, Or hear “Tears From Heaven”, Or on his birthday, Or on his death date, Or hear a newly bereaved mother’s story, Or at church when we sing “…safe and secure from all alarm”, Or as I hear about an unwanted baby abandoned in a dumpster, Or read about a one pound baby who survived, Or when my “subsequent pregnancy” daughter asks if she will get to hold her big brother when we all get to Heaven, Or when I try to say his name aloud, Or as I light his candle at Christmastime. Yes, I still cry after all these years … But only sometimes . . . |