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Baby Secret

A Baby's Secret

I'm just a little feller
Who didn't quite make it there
I went straight to be with Jesus
But I'm waiting for you here

Don't you fret about me, Mommy
I'm of all God's lambs most blest
I'd have loved to stay there with you
But the Shepherd knows what's best

Many dwelling here where I live
Waited years to enter in
Struggled through a world of sorrow
And their lives were marred with sin

Now, sweet Mommy, don't you sorrow
Wipe those tears and chase the gloom
I went straight to Jesus' bosom
From my lovely mother's womb

Thank you for the life you gave me
It was brief, but don't complain
I have all of heaven's glory
Suffered none of earthling's pain

Daddy gave me something for you
It's our secret, Mommy dear
Pressed it tight against my forehead
Whispered in my tiny ear

I'll be waiting for you, Mommy
And someday I'll give you this
The day we meet again in heaven--
That's when I'll give you Daddy's kiss

--J.C. Brumfield

 
February 19th, 2006
Born on a Snowy Sunday at 1:35 pm at Feather River Hospital Paradise Ca.
 
Feather River Hospital
Feather River Hospital
 
Passed Feruary 19th, 2006
Stillborn
 
A Poem for our Sweet Destynee

How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try again to see a face
You never got to see?

How do you mourn the death of one
Who never got to live,
When there's nothing to feel good about
And nothing to forgive?

I love you, little Destynee
You're a person of the wind,
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been.

I love you, little Destynee,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through my lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright.

What does it mean to die before
You ever can be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn?
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Ah! My little Destynee,
You lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain,
And then, like yours, it's done.

I love you, little Destynee,
Just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
The angel of my tears.

 
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