Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry

Preface: My son  is going on four (in July 2002) and has been through a major liver disease and two liver transplants.  I have trouble telling his story because it is so involved and has so many details and I never know what to put in and what to keep out.

To My Child

Just for this morning, I am going to smile

when I see your face,

And laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you

choose what you want to wear,

And smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry,

and pick you up

And take you to the park to play.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

the telephone and keep the computer off,

And sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you

help me bake cookies,

And I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this evening,

I will let you splash in the tub

And not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you

stay up late while we sit on the porch

And count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle

beside you for hours,

And miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my fingers

through your hair as you pray,

I will simply be grateful that God has

given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who

are searching for their missing children,

the mothers and fathers who are visiting their

children's graves instead of their bedrooms,

and the mothers and fathers who are in

hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,

screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you goodnight I will

hold you a little tighter, a little longer.

It is then, that I will thank God for you,

and ask Him for nothing,

except one more day.......

-Jen Pyle-

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