Journal entry by Ann — Sep 12, 2018
Little boy, little boy, can you come out to play?
I can’t, I can’t, in this bed I am meant to stay.
My mom wishes I could run, she wants me to rise,
But her heart is heavy, for she’s been told otherwise.
I lay and I wait in this cold, sterile room.
Mom says not to worry, I’ll be leaving soon.
She says it’s okay to go, I don’t have to be strong,
As my body gives out I can hear her song-
A tune of praise to my Father above
A melody of sorrow but filled with love.
One last kiss, then the final snuggle.
In my absence, God, you know she’ll struggle.
Lord I ask you now to ease her heart
For it won’t be long that we are apart.
You know I fought the fight and ran the race
Oh what joy it will be to see Your holy face.
The beat of my heart slows and begins to fade,
The tears on my family’s face begin to cascade.
My life on earth has now come to cease,
Now, I enter into heaven-to everlasting peace
On fallen knee you lift my chin
I am cleansed and pure-free from sin.
You embrace your child and help me to stand
You guide me home with Your gentle hand.
In my ear you whisper it is done.
I hear God say, “Well done, my good and faithful son”.
Child loss and my journey 