Gratitude for My Child
Heart of Thanksgiving
She's my little angel
sent from above;
my precious little
bundle of love...
but when I looked at her hands and feet
and realized just how much she needed me
responsibility gripped me with fear!
I loved her ...love her still
But the enemy snuck in
with what's classified as
POSTPARTUM SYNDROME
(it's not something faked
or imagined by woman to
receive attention
No, It was real!
A sense of despair
was all I could feel.)
But isn't it funny
now I miss those ten little fingers and ten little toes
cause they don't cling to me as much anymo'.
Now I miss those ten little fingers and ten little toes,
because oh! how those fingers and toes have grown.
My precious little child is now taller than me,
God has blessed her intelligent little mind with great big ideas.
...And isn't it funny...
what the enemy may use to destroy you,
God uses to build your character?
For where there was depression
God's restored my joy and laughter.
Thank God for my child!
About the Creator
Loraine Collins "Poetess"
I'm that soulful introvert whose best mode of communication is via computer or pen. I've been crafting written works of poetry, short stories, plays, and songs for over 20+ years. What inspires me? Life.
www.facebook.com/njspoetess
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