“Legacies of Love”

December 17

Psalm 127:3- “Children are a heritage from the Lord.”

A child, my child will always be,

A child, my baby, so precious to me.

No matter how long the years bring us to

The never differs between me and you.

How sweet is your sleep and soft is my touch,

The days spent rocking I miss very much.

Bur the times moves so quickly and days swiftly fly,

The time we’re together will soon pass on by.

Just never forget as I kiss your sweet head

The times I spent tucking you into your bed.

And still melt my heart as you did when just three,

“I love you Mom” is the dearest to me.

I wrote the above poem years ago when my girls were still preschoolers.  I found it today and realized how quickly time has gone by for me and my daughters.  I grew up in a home with four girls then had two daughters.  I was immersed in the ways of girl life.  I was so thankful for our firstborn grandson but I was a little lost with his boy world.  When our second born grandchild was a girl, I breathed a sigh of relief.  I knew what she liked! 

Hadley has had a special bond with me from the beginning.  Not that I don’t love my boys (now three grandsons) but she and I just spend special time together.  We play Barbies, horses, and color.  The boys have other interests of course.  Hadley draws pictures, makes cards, writes “I love you” on any scrap of paper she can find.  She is pink, frilly and can change clothes a hundred times a day.  She is figuring out girl world! 

Each time they are here with us, Hadley especially has a dramatic good-bye.  It squeezes my heart strings for sure and I remember Heather did the same things when she left her grandma’s house.

The house seems eerily quiet as the toys are put away

One minute there was laughter and giggles filled my day.

They just drove away from here with tears and broken hearts

How hard it is for all of us to be far apart

It reminds me of their mother’s tears as a grandma she would leave

Her arms held out for the longest time until she finally had to concede

I know it won’ last and one day soon, I’ll ask her to come by

But until that time my heart will hold fast as I wave a sad good-bye.