Another’s Arms

Squirm and wiggle
Tiny toes
baby’s laughter
Highs and lows

Rocking you
Soothing me
Aching arms
That are empty

Bitty eyes
Button nose
Sweet warm smell
Baby clothes

Feeling loved
Secure, held tight
Bleeding heart
Is this choice right?

Tear kissed pictures
I see your face
Having only some faith
You’re in a better place

I miss you so
My dear sweet son
Outstretched arms
Will you ever come?

With quivering lips
And ache by the ton
To my Father in Heaven I weep
Not my will by thine be done

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