February 11- my dear son would have been 4 years old today. Every day my arms long to hold him to my breast and heart.
I miss you Niko. Watch over your sister dear older brother. They know about you and wish you were here too.
Love Always.........Mama..........
Death Pleading With the Mother of a Dying Child
by Leon Knight
DEATH: Mother, let me have your child. I will hold her—oh, so gently—so you can rest awhile.
MOTHER: No! You can't have her. Her fever's high. Her poor heart's pounding. She needs me. I'm her mother. I best keep on holding on.
DEATH: But you need rest, and so does she. I'll croon sweet lullabies while angels chorus for eternity.
MOTHER: I am tired, and she's in such pain. But I must hold on. You can't have her. I love her. I won't let her go.
DEATH: I know you love her. But I'll soothe away her pain. I'll cool her fever forever so she'll never suffer again. Please, mother, let me hold your child.
MOTHER: She is my baby-child—she's in such pain—and I love her so. I have to submit—I have to let her go. Here, you can have my child.
DEATH: Thank you, dear mother. You'll know—in time—what I ask is right. And, I promise, you'll hear the songs of love I sing for her, you'll hear them every night.
MOTHER: Yes, I know each midnight as she suckles, each time she's at my breast, I'll hear those songs of love till I join her at her rest.
DEATH: Thank you, dear mother.
About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Reprinted with permission.
Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.
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