She won't remember all the times I looked at her tiny face and found hope,
she won't recall all the times I whispered words of love into her ear as she fell asleep.
She won't remember the times I had to tell her "no" and stood outside with longing to save her from the struggle.
She won't remember all the prayers spoken over her bed for her to find the Lord.
She won't remember her first bite of ice cream or meatloaf.
She won't remember... but I will.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
beautiful :)
Post a Comment