by Pandora Diane Waldron for Madoka Marietta Rosalie
A different child, people notice
there's a special glow around you.
You grow surrounded by love,
never doubting you are wanted;
only look at the pride and joy in
your mother and father's eyes.
And if sometimes between the smiles,
there's a trace of tears, one day you'll understand.
You'll understand there was once another child,
a different child, who was in their hopes and dreams.
That child will never out grow the baby clothes,
that child will never keep them up at night, in fact,
that child will never be any trouble at all.
Except sometimes, in a silent moment,
when mother and father miss so much that different child.
May hope and love wrap you warmly and may you learn
the lesson forever, how infinitely precious,
how infinitely fragile is this life on earth.
One day, as a young man or woman, you may see
another mother's tears, another father's silent grief,
then you, and you alone, will understand
and offer the greatest comfort.
When all hope seems lost, you will tell them,
with great compassion, "I know how you feel.
I'm only here because my parents tried again."
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I stand and watch you sleeping
So peacefully in bed.
I pat you on your back,
And rub your little head.
I should be feeling happy,
And part of me is proud,
But somewhere deep inside me,
There's a very dark cloud.
I know I wouldn't have you,
If she'd lived instead.
The confusion that I've dealt with...
Oh, the tears I've shed.
But you are my gift from God,
As she was mine to him.
And the confusion in my heart,
Has gradually grown dim.
I'll treasure you forever,
As God will treasure her,
For we have given each other,
A precious gift for sure.
