Sunday, January 7, 2007

Poem by Gayle Leubecker

Dear Sweet Daughter,

As a girl I had a common dream, to be a mom someday,
My baby would have blue eyes and hair the hue of hay.
But now my dreams have been transformed, new visions fill my head.
Now the tresses that I long to stroke are raven black instead.

And in my dreams those eyes are not so big or blue or round.
Now in my dreams they're almond shaped and colored cocoa brown.
And in my dreams my arms can stretch across enormous seas.
They can reach half-way around the world and hold you close to me.

As you grow in your mother's womb, carefully knit together,
you're also growing in my heart, where you will stay forever.
And in my dreams, the moment that your mother says goodbye,
I'll be right there to comfort you and hold you as you cry.

Our features may not look alike, we're different as can be.
But still I know the Father has created you for me.
And although I've not yet seen your face, or held your tiny hands,
and though we're half a world apart in very different lands,
I'll be right there to get you just as soon as God allows.
But 'til He says the time is right, I give you this vow,
I'll pray for your protection every night on bended knee.
For God will hold you in His arms, until you're here with me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh Erica,

I love this poem! It rings true to my sentiments with my daughter Rosa. What a beautiful way to describe the connection between you and MayLing and why the wait can be so long (at least a more comforting, hopeful explanation).

Sherry