Baby sleeping, in mother's arms.
Beneath the simplicity of the moment, lies
a heart breaking truth.
For you are a child who is dying,
and I, a mother, who is trying,
yearning to etch your every feature into my mind.
To preserve somehow,
the preciousness of you
For when you have passed on, from this world,
and moments like this can be no more,
how else can I keep you close,
but to recall the memories,
holding them as tenderly,
as I once held you.
by: Donna D.
In loving memory of my precious daughter, Lisa Anne.
Holy Lament member
