A Prayer

Lord, my little granddaughter will not live. I will never hold her in my arms, count toes, look for her mama in her.  I will not be able to wrap her in a quilt I made just for her. We won't walk in the woods in the fall and pick up leaves in all the colors YOU created.  I see ducks with their babies and I realize I will never put one in her tiny hands to feel how soft they are.  She will never be  covered in mud from all the pies we made on the bank. I will never see her running behind a new calf with her hair blowing and her laughter floating back to me.  Just as her mama did. I will never bake cupcakes, wash dishes, or push her in a swing. I miss her Lord…….But I saw her today. She's beautiful, a life you created. No matter how brief it is. I love her Lord, thank you…  I know you will take care of her.You can hold her hand for me. It hurts Lord. It hurts to see my little girl in pain….Please hold her too. Lean close to her. She needs You Lord. I'll hold her too. She needs our strength. And I'll wait. Life is precious. In day to day living we forget how precious life is. Thank You Lord, for all You do. You are there , hold us close, Lord hold us close.   

Written by Carol, Denali's Maternal Grandma