Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The season of Blaze is drawing near
all the love for my daughters
fills the void in the empty places
where I miss them
Pretty pink girly things
I am having so much fun
it dulls the ache of Death's sting
of missing them
Little boys who stole my heart
my handsome little princes
too soon did depart
Oh, how I miss them!
I cherish all I have been given
as my grieving heart
can't help but long for Heaven.
where there is no more missing.
I love you my son, I can't wait to hold you again, dear precious one. I can still remember the smell of your hair, and the softness of your cheek. Letting you go, oh how I did weep! Knowing I will see you again is my joy, and I will keep telling your story, so many will remember, my precious baby boy, my sweet prince, our Blaze of glory...