Monday, November 11, 2019

Giving Back

The birth of a child,
A twinkle in our eyes.
Visions of what’s to come,
A future and a prize.

A home and a family,
We see in future mists.
They call us for advice sometimes,
A call we can’t resist.

We hold this moment close
And pray with a silent nod,
A wish and prayer for happiness,
As we have faith in God.

The sweetest smell you ever know,
That of a baby’s skin.
Then come more visions,
Time and time again.

A wedding where we watch them take
A spouse forevermore.
A time when they wave goodbye
And walk out of our door.

We hold this moment close
And pray with a silent nod,
A wish and prayer for happiness,
As we have faith in God.

A softness of the gentle kind,
The hair of a babe newborn.
A heart full of gratitude,
With another scene adorn.

They learn to walk and run and play,
To talk and ride a bike.
Then head off to go camping,
With other youth to hike.

We hold this moment close
And pray with a silent nod,
A wish and prayer for happiness,
As we have faith in God.

Our child’s life before our eye
Passed beyond our grip
Visions of love flow or’ us,
Impart a gentle kiss. 

The moments come and go
Falling like gentle rain.
Nothing more than a passing smile,
So weak against the pain

We hold these moments close
And pray with a silent nod,
A wish and prayer for happiness,
As we have faith in God.

The doctor touches gently,
And we know the time is now.
We hold each other and the baby close,
And pray once more somehow.

They stop the respirator,
Wait till his life is past.
We know the story’s end,
We hold him to the last.

We hold our baby close 
A final prayer and nod,
We raise our child up today,
And give him back to God.

- Roy Hayward

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In loving memory of
Frank Edward Hayward V.
11-11-2011 to 11-12-2011




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