Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

The Dream

By Karen Flint

It was two o’clock in the morning
And I couldn’t seem to sleep
So I went into the living room
To think about a dream...

I fancied that I saw her as God
Held her for awhile
And sure enough, He winked at her,
Then back at Him she smiled.

I heard Him laugh rejoicingly
For the baby that He held;
Then I saw Him look at me;
His love I surely felt.

I asked Him, “God, I loved her, too.
Why did she have to die?”
Then in His eyes I saw the tears
He looked at me and sighed.

“Dear child,” He said, “She is alive
With me and in your heart.
Her death was not the end, you see,
But just a brand new start!”

I cried, “But God it hurts so bad;
Will she be forgot?”
He said, “No child, the pain will
Ease; but love for her will not.”

He said, “I wish you did not hurt,
I wish you could rejoice,
But remember that I understand
I know your pain and void.

I had a Son who came to earth
I watched Him as He grew;
And then I watched Him as He died...
For every one of you.

You see sometimes we make in life
A sacrifice that hurts
And when that pain is very new, we
Forget the things we’ve learned.

But in the end we understand
That life was not in vain.
Your daughter--she has brought you
Here to call upon my name.

He then reached out and took my hand
I turned to hide my tears.
I cried, “Dear God, I’m such a fool.
I did not think you cared.”

He said, “No child, you’re not a fool.
You did not understand.
For in the darkness of despair,
You could not feel my hands.”

Then as God stood there and held me
I woke up from my sleep.
I knew that God had given me
A memory to keep.

Yes it was two o’clock in the morning
But I really had to smile,
As I went into the living room to sit
And think awhile...

For I fancied that I saw her as
God held her for awhile...
And sure enough He winked at her;
Then back at Him she smiled.

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