Am I Not A Mother? |
By Julie Boyer Smith |
Am I a mother?
I remember every moment of those nine long months. I remember every kick inside me. I remember the hopes and plans and dreams. I remember the love. Yes, I must be a mother! Yet, now I see an empty crib. I see all the rattles and toys packed away in boxes. I see the booties and sleepers that were never worn. I see the emptiness. Am I still a mother? I long to hear my baby cry. I yearn to feel him nursing at my breast. I think of what could have been but will never be. I pray but do not understand. He lived. He was beautiful. But now he's with the Lord. I miss you, Joshua. |