This is the sweater
That hangs in the closet
For the child expected so soon.
The sole garmet hangs
As the first of it's kind
She waits for the day it is worn.
This is the sweater
That hangs in the closet
For the child expected too soon.
The sole garmet hangs
And she thinks of it there
As she prays that her son will live.
This is the sweater
That hangs in the closet
No longer because it is worn
The red garmet hangs
On her sweet baby boy
She thanks the good Lord for this day.
Such a beautiful, heart-felt poem. Thanking God for the little boy who fills the sweater, too!
ReplyDeleteSarah, I actually just had a baby at 24 weeks at let me say, your story has given me a shimmer of Hope. This has to be the hardest thing I've have ever gone through and just to know that your baby survived helps me so much. Thank you for posting this. Thank you so much!
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