ClipArt
Browse ClipArt
Search ClipArt
Wallpaper
Verse Art
AIM Icons
Short cut Icons
My Name
ClipArt Links
About
Really Free?
Legal Stuff
Privacy Policy
|
Baby Talk! by Patricia Joan Polhans (REVISED! PLEASE CHANGE ON SITE!) (Baby talking to God) I was but a tiny wee babe within my mamma's precious womb When my frame was knit together inside the hallowed secret room. You created my inmost being, Made my innermost, private thoughts. You knew all 'bout my character And knew that my future was not. (Baby talking to mother) I was so wonderfully made. Within your effeminate womb that was where I joyfully played until my life had been consumed. (Baby talking to God) Your merciful eyes looked upon my little, frail unformed body My beauty was growing feeble, but to my mother I was lovely. (Baby talking to mother and God) All of my numbered days had been unmistakably marked out for you. Though they were so very short lived and considered only a few. You gave me my limbs and body, Gave me the precious breath of life, Many fingers and toes to count and everything that should be nice. (Baby to Mother) But pitch darkness fell upon me Your face I shall not never see. "But mommy, please, be comforted For my God will care for me." "Even in the darkness I shan't ever forget your lovely face As you fixed your gaze upon me And placed a kiss upon my face. "But now I shall finally rest within my Father's loving arms Where the nebulous storms of life shall never ever cause alarm. "You'll never experience my laughter or play with me little kid games. And I'll ne'er follow your footsteps walking by the cool, trickling streams. "But one thing we will always share Is one body and one dear heart On the day that I was conceived You knew that we would never part. "As I was knit closely knit together within your delicate, small womb Only God could know that I would be taken to my home so soon. "But I know I will always live so very deep within your heart For we were a mother and child sharing this one passionate part." Into my mothers life I brought Many heartaches and many tears. (Baby to Mother) "But, Mamma, I'm with Jesus, now Sharing all my precious baby years." "He bounces me upon His knee and holds me safe upon his lap. Everything that I have needed He has given me without lack! "Mamma, I did not ever mean to recurrently make you cry. But God called has called me to come home because he needed me tonight. "I was not ever afraid, Mamma, That's why I just lied very still Knowing this was the only way For the Master to perfect his will. "Sometimes he takes our hand to lead to lands that we find are unknown. But he is bringing me safely, Mama, to his heavenly home!" |
Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.