Not too long after we lost the baby, we got a letter in the mail from Brian's Mom and Dad, in it was this poem. I cry pretty much every time I read it because it so clearly communicates, in a way that I find difficult, so many of the questions that tumble around in my heart and mind.
To My BabyIs it proper to cry for a baby too small for a coffin?
Yes, I think it is.
Does Jesus have my too-small baby in His tender arms?
Yes, I think He does.
There is so much I do not know about you- My child
He, she?
quiet or restless?
Will I recognize someone I knew so little about, yet loved so much?
Yes, I think I will.
Ah, sweet, small child
Can I say that loving you is like loving God?
Loving, yet not seeing.
Holding, yet not touching.
Caressing, yet separated by the chasm of time.
No tombstone marks your sojourn, and only God recorded your name.
The banquet was not canceled, just moved, just moved.
Yet a tear remains where baby should have been.
Loved by the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
And by Mommy and Daddy.
-Bob Neudorf
One small sentence was penned on the paper next to this; "God is still good!" And it's so very very true!
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I am the author of the poem: To my baby. Someone has edited it and left out the last part which should read, "Loved by the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. And by Mommy and Daddy.
Thank you Mr. Neudorf. I'll add that in! And thank you for writing such a beautiful poem.
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