Empty Arms
Holding out these empty arms
Cursing my disillusionment
Why did I imagine it could be any other way
that I could have been content, dreams thats`s all it was,
Mothers arms are not meant to be empty
I look up at the sky , tears filling my eyes,
Searching the stars trying to find my angel
The brightest star I search for
Finding it the first tear rolls down my cheek
Memories flood back of our short time together
Love totally encasing my heart as I look at that star
I know that you are there baby I will never forget
I just can`t come to accept as I look that you are so far
I would have cuddled and loved you kept you safe
Within my arms holding you in a tight embrace
I will search these skies for you in Gods guiding light
Sleep well my baby one day my arms and heart will be full again
As I join you and give you all that was meant to be
Linda
2 baby poems
I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight!
When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
That the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death, the same unknown will appear as ever known to me.
Rabindranath Tagmore
( From "Just My Reflection" by Sister Frances Dominica)
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