THREE BOYS WITH LOVE FROM ABOVE: Hanging out with friends

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Hanging out with friends

One of my closest friends from high school and her daughter
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Halle's Momma said...: Isn't it crazy how we've all "grown up"? Getting married, having kids, driving minivans (I really really want one and that is scary), thinking about schools and college funds. It blows me away!; May 6, 2008 at 4:11 PM

A WALK TO REMEMBER

I walk to remember the steps you'll never take.
I carry you with me as I firmly plant my feet.
Our trek started long ago, before my belly swelled.
You were a love that grew-like butterfly wings that beat.
Your gentle flutters than became kicks upon which I would dwell.
And I would talk to you, sweet babe, about the world you soon would meet.
The sun always shown upon us then-when you were in my womb.
And I was eager to show you the world that would have been your home.
How you'd have loved the sun shining-blue skies without a cloud.
The autumn leaves turning-the snow falling all around.
The flowers in the summer,would have filled your eyes with smiles.
And the rain that might have fallen would have caused you great surprise.
You would have traveled far with me-holding me by the hand.
And I'd have shown you all I could-more than I can imagine.
You hold my heart tightly now, as thought we're holding hands.
How far we've traveled, little one-and my life with you has been sweet.
For I carry you in my heart as I firmly plant my feet.

By Kathyie Mayo
Lacrosse, Wisconsin

borrowed from ricefamily1999.blogspot.com

THE CHOSEN ONES
I had a dream the other night. It came to me so clear. I stood before the throne of God,afraid to come too near. God said to me, "I hear your prayers. There are answers you can't find. I brought you here to talk to me and help to ease your mind. "I said,"Well, yes, God, I am upset...About my special one. This punishment is awfully harsh...Whatever have I done?" God looked at me and shook his head, He said, "My Dear, you've got it wrong. I sent this special child to you because you are so strong. I searched and searched to try and find someone with a love so rare. Parents so unselfish they could give him that special care. I try to save my special gifts,like those you're speaking of,for a special kind of parents I call the 'Chosen Ones. 'Of all the ones to choose from,I know I've got it done...Parents who deserve my best,an honor you have won." -Unknown

We found this great poem on www.breuerfamily.com