Kris's Poetry

 

 

 

The Child I Never Knew

 

Probably blonde (how could you not be?) I am not sure if you were a boy or a girl.  I wish I could have known this child of mine.

It happened one month, I was cramping real bad.  I am sure it was a miscarriage, but I have nothing to prove it.

 

Would you have been a boy, tall and Thin.  Maybe like Andrew, a bit of a terror?

 

Or would yu have been a girl, tall but a bit plumper?  Maybe like Amanda, a bit spoiled and demanding.

 

Whatever your sec, whatever the reason, I am sorry to have lost you little one.  But be reassured, someday we'll meet.  When together we sit as Jesus' fett.  Jesus will say, "mother, meet your child," then all of my questions will be answered at last.

 

God does know best.   He never makes mistakes.  Just be sure to wail, little one, for me to get to Heaven.

Then, I will be able to say, "I Love You!  Little One!"

 

                                    �Kristen L Battin

 

 

Kris's Poetry