Today I Cry

Today I cry.

For a mommy who took her last breath

empty armed.

No babies to hold.

Did she feel the pain?

Or did she remain numb

in her drug induced

euphoria?

My heart aches,

my eyes flood tears.

MY arms hold her flesh and blood.

I pray over,

And with,

And for,

that LITTLE ONE who does not know.

I, mommy, hold her.

She is part of me.

And I ache.

And she is my drug euphoria.

---for my Bre'---

I see beauty.

My family and I received news yesterday that my little sister's birth mother died from a drug overdose on Sunday. It has shaken us all. We knew that Bre's birth mother was a drug addict, but we all hoped and prayed she would wake up one day, and desire to hold her baby in her arms and come to accept the Lord as her Saviour. My mom wrote the poem above this morning. She is talented, and her words express all of our emotions better than I ever could.

"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." -Isaiah 26:3

-C