Post by AlanasMomma on Dec 1, 2005 10:23:51 GMT -5
Till my Angel should have been coming into the world.
Mommy's Arms Are Empty
Today is the due date
For you to be born.
But all I have is
An emptiness to mourn.
Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
This should have been the time
For the anticipation of your arrival.
But no one seems to be remembering
To share in my grief or sorrow.
You were a life
Created from love.
You were a gift
That was sent from above.
Why couldn't you join us
To become a family of four.
You'd have had parents who loved you
And a brother whom you'd adore.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
Grandpa's birthday is getting nearer.
The date we told your brother you would be here.
Instead of excitement, joy, and celebration,
I shed yet another tear.
Your nursery is still the computer room.
Your bassinet is down in a box.
Your blankies remain folded
With your tiny baby clothes and your cute little socks.
There isn't a day that goes by
When I haven't thought of you.
Calculating how far along my pregnancy would be
Or how big my tummy would be getting, too.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
I know that you have gone
To a much better place.
Knowing that the grace of God
Is shining on your face.
I see another baby.
I think of you then, too.
Wondering what you'd have looked like
As you giggle, cry, and coo.
But I will never know these things
Because you will never be here.
But in my heart you'll always be
My baby, my angel, my dear.
It doesn't make it easier.
For the pain I have is still here.
I will never forget you, my little one.
That fact remains quite clear.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is still cold.
Mommy's Arms Are Empty
Today is the due date
For you to be born.
But all I have is
An emptiness to mourn.
Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
This should have been the time
For the anticipation of your arrival.
But no one seems to be remembering
To share in my grief or sorrow.
You were a life
Created from love.
You were a gift
That was sent from above.
Why couldn't you join us
To become a family of four.
You'd have had parents who loved you
And a brother whom you'd adore.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
Grandpa's birthday is getting nearer.
The date we told your brother you would be here.
Instead of excitement, joy, and celebration,
I shed yet another tear.
Your nursery is still the computer room.
Your bassinet is down in a box.
Your blankies remain folded
With your tiny baby clothes and your cute little socks.
There isn't a day that goes by
When I haven't thought of you.
Calculating how far along my pregnancy would be
Or how big my tummy would be getting, too.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is cold.
I know that you have gone
To a much better place.
Knowing that the grace of God
Is shining on your face.
I see another baby.
I think of you then, too.
Wondering what you'd have looked like
As you giggle, cry, and coo.
But I will never know these things
Because you will never be here.
But in my heart you'll always be
My baby, my angel, my dear.
It doesn't make it easier.
For the pain I have is still here.
I will never forget you, my little one.
That fact remains quite clear.
But Mommy's arms are empty
With no baby to hold.
My heart feels heavy.
The weather is still cold.
