One chubby cherub ~ seven months old ~
starfish hands ~ reaching, pulling
drooly chin ~ round dimpled cheeks...
bright eyes, sweet grin spreads as his eyes meet mine.
Where is my one year old?
Taking first trembling steps ~
Calling me, 'mamama'...
& feeding himself with dextrous paws...
One is as solid as the pen & paper i hold in my hands
The other ~ but a dream, a shadow, imaginings...
Softly his drumlike chest rises & falls as he rests in dreamland.
My seven month old son slumbers.
Softly... one by one... my fingers clenched 'round the memory of my child who should be one~ are released ~
What should be your first birthday passes ~ quietly...
There will be no cake
no presents with bright coloured ribbons...
Sweet baby ~ the best gift i can offer you is that i carry you with me still. In the deepest parts of me, i still miss you & love you & long for the day we will make our home with the Father *who gave us to each other* & loves us so.
Happy Birthday baby Hope.