To My Child
Just for this morning, I will let you wake up
 softly, all rumpled in
 your  sheets and I will hold you until you are
 ready
 for the day.
 
 Just for this morning, I will let you choose what
 you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
 
 Just for this morning, I am going to step over the
 laundry, and pick you
up and take you to the park to play.
 
 Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in
 the sink, and let you
 teach  me how to put that puzzle of yours
 together.
 
 Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the
 telephone
 and keep the
 computer off, and sit with you in the back yard
 and
 blow bubbles.
 
 Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not
 even a tiny grumble
 when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,
 and I will buy you
 one if he comes by.
 
 Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what
 you are going to be
 when you grow up, or second guess every decision I
 have made where you
 are concerned.
 
 Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me
 bake
 cookies, and I
 won't stand over you trying to fix them.
 
 Just for this afternoon, I will take you to
 McDonald's and buy us both a
 Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
 
 Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms
 and tell you a story
 about how you were born, and how much I love you.
 
 Just for this evening, I will let you splash in
 the
 tub and not get
 angry.
 
 Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late
 while we sit on the
 porch and count all the stars.
 Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you
 for
 hours and miss my
 favorite TV show.
 
 Just for this evening, when I run my fingers
 through
 your hair as you
 pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given
 me the greatest gift
 ever given.

I  will think about the mothers who are searching
 for their missing
 children, the mothers who are visiting their
 children's graves instead
 of their bedrooms, and mothers who are in hospital
 rooms watching their
 children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside
 that they can't handle
it anymore.
 
When I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little
 longer. It is then that I will thank God for you,
 and ask Him for
 nothing, except one more day.

author Unknown

Whisper Willow 2003

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