A Sonnet for Emily

My youngest sister, Amy wrote this beautiful sonnet for me, in honor of Emily Faith. I am so blessed to have a family that wants to honor the little life that left us too soon.  

My Ladybug

On this Monday I sadly remember

The sweet expected due date of her birth

For her my heart will always be tender

Emily Faith was too early for earth.

Fighting since the minute of arrival

Resuscitating for hours on end

The Doctors gave up hope of survival

Not even a day, Emily has friends

Prayers upon prayers comfort our souls

Point fifteen ounces, thirteen inches long

The long hospital hours takes a tole

I am sadden that you are really gone

God has plans for his little lady bug

A chance will never come for us to hug 

                                                                              

                                                                                      -Amy



Less Than A Week

I have been keeping very busy, but at night, once the activities of the day come to an end I have time to think. Add to that the babies that have been born this week, and that are due in the next few weeks. I was pregnant at the same time with several friends. This is such a difficult time.

I am so happy for my friends, but it is an added reminder of next week, and the fact that we will not be welcoming a baby girl into our family, that she has already joined our family and then left us.

I recently saw this on a fellow BLM blog and through it was beautiful. I have been wanting to share it, and felt like tonight was the perfect time. I think that the word survivor has so many meanings in the poem. I have survived my daughter, but I am also surviving and going on; even when I don't feel that way.

My Mom is a Survivor 
Kaye Des'Ormeaux 
 
My mom is a survivor, Or so I have heard it said. 
 
But I can hear her crying When all others are in bed. 
 
I watch her lay awake at night And go to hold her hand. 
 
She doesn’t know I’m with her To help her understand. 
 
But like the sands upon the beach That never wash away... 
 
I watch over my surviving mom, Who thinks of me each day. 
 
She wears a smile for others... A smile of disguise. 
 
But through heaven’s open door I see tears flowing from her eyes 
 
My mom tries to cope with my death To keep my memory alive. 
 
But to anyone who knows her, knows it’s her way to survive. 
 
As I watch over my surviving mom Through heaven’s open door... 
 
I try to tell her Angels protect me forevermore. 
 
I know that doesn’t help her... Or ease the burden she bears. 
 
So if you get a chance, talk to her... And show her that you care. 
 
For no matter what she says... No matter what she feels. 
 
My surviving mom has a broken heart That time won’t ever heal.