I am 35 years old, living with stage IV Endometriosis, possibly adenomyosis and struggled with infertility for almost 4 years. I also struggled with PPD and now struggle with PMDD. I am a mother to a son that was born at 18 weeks and too precious for this earth; and now a mother to a son born in August 2011. By journaling here, I hope to benefit both for myself and for others that are dealing with this disease and fertility struggles. Thanks for visiting!





Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Celebration

Here is a beautiful poem that I was given the other day and I wanted to share. Author unknown.

The Celebration

An Acorn fell from the tree,
Landed with a plop onto the ground and settled there,
Prepared to grow
A squirrel, storing food for winter,
Grabbing the acorn, with his paws,
Hastily scampered away to his nest.
A tree that almost was.

Snowflakes falling to the ground,
Gathering together upon the mountain
A blanket of white, prepared for Spring.
Parched earth, dry for lack of rain,
Awaits the rapidly melting snow,
And drinks heartily, consuming all.
A stream that almost was.

A pencil, paper with lines,
With notes partially filling the page;
Words written down, prepared for singing,
A tune, a psalm of praise
Floating inside an old saint's head;
Work calls to him, and time flies-
A hymn that almost was.

New life growing within;
Heart, limbs, and identity developing,
Legs and arms moving, prepared for living.
Happy parents, anticipating the future,
Their hearts and home making ready,
And God calls Home the little soul-
A child who almost was.

Someday, in the realms of Glory I shall celebrate-

I shall sit under the tree that almost was;
Beside the stream that almost was;
Sing the hymn that almost was
And hold in my arms the child who almost was.

10 comments:

Red said...

That is SO lovely. Tears filling my eyes now as I think of all the babies that almost were.

Noelle said...

That is an absolutely beautiful poem. Especially the part about holding the baby in your arms. I am not a mom, and so when I think about meeting my angel in heaven, I never really know how to picture what I will say or do. I have never held my own child in my arms. But now I can picture that. Thank you.

lis said...

beautiful doesn't cover what that poem is. i love it and thank you for sharing. i may print it out and put it by the babies' urns.

xoxo

Jeanne said...

Allison,

That is beautiful!

Jeanne

Lauren, Daniel, James and baby Brendan. said...

That is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

Yaya said...

(((Hugs)))

Kelly said...

Beautiful!

Browniris said...

Thanks for commenting on my blog and also for sharing this tender poem. I really enjoyed reading it!

T Lee said...

Wow, that is so moving...

ICLW

AnnaMarie said...

How beautiful. I very much hope to hold my son someday.