Christian Momma

This poem didn’t have a title or an author listed, but boy does it speak to how I feel!!

As I love you thru the glass,
the hours seem so slow to pass.
I stroke your skin, and hold your hand;
this isn’t exactly what I had planned.
I cast my eyes up to the sky,
and say a little prayer;
that the Lord will hold you in his arms,
and keep you in his care.
So sleep and grow my baby,
and dream of clouds of foam,
and I will Love you thru the glass
until you can come home.

Edited to add: I think I’m going to put this in their scrapbooks!!

I feel…: touched