A few minutes after her birth…..
I could hear her announcing scream.
I couldn’t believe she was finally here,
The realization of my dream.
A few hours after her birth…..
I held her so close to my chest.
Somehow that little girl let me see,
A special love that never left.
A few days after her birth…..
I held her tiny little hand.
I told her there would be lots of things
That I would help her to understand.
A few weeks after her birth…..
She had that sparkle in her eyes,
And when she showed me that little smile,
I thought that I would surely die.
A few months after her birth…..
She was just beginning to learn.
She didn’t like me to go away,
And she cried until I returned.
A few years after her birth……
I still couldn’t believe she was mine.
We talked and laughed and went for walks.
We had so many special times..
A few after…..
A few minutes after her death…..
I didn’t know I needed to scream.
I thought that she was still safe and here…
I didn’t know the truth of my dream.
A few hours after her death…..
I felt a strangeness within my chest.
Something was wrong that I couldn’t see.
God! I didn’t know that she had left.
A few days after her death…..
I held her cold and lifeless hand.
There were just so very many things
That I could not fully understand.
A few weeks after her death…..
That sparkle stolen from my eyes,
No longer to see her beautiful smile.
I never, ever thought that she would die.
A few months after her death…..
There was so much I needed to learn.
I was confused when she went away,
And I still waited for her return.
A year after her death…..
I still wish that she could be mine,
To talk and laugh and go for walks.
I miss those special moments in time.
A few after…..
A few minutes after MY death……
Once again I will hear her scream,
“Hey Mommy, it’s me, I’m over here,
And Mommy, this time it’s not a dream.”
A few hours after MY death…….
I’ll hold her close again to my chest.
She’ll look at me and say… “Now see?”
It doesn’t seem so long since I left.”
A few days after MY death…..
She will gently take me by the hand,
And show me all the glorious things,
And help me to understand.
A few weeks after MY death…..
I’ll see that sparkle in her eyes.
Once again she’ll warm me with her smile,
And say… “You see, Mommy, I didn’t die”.
A few months after MY death…….
Together we’ll have so much to learn.
We’ll never have to go away,
Or long for each other’s return.
A few years after MY death…..
Forever she will always be mine.
We’ll talk and laugh and go for long walks,
Because we’ll have nothing…… but time.
Vic's Final Journey 