Saturday, May 14, 2011

We've always loved you best.....

This afternoon I was going through a box (yes, I have some unpacked boxes still) I found these poems....one for each child.....

To Our First Born...

We've always loved you best,
because you were our first miracle.
We prayed for you and Jesus sent us you,
all the way from South Korea...
You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love.
You sustained us through the hamburger years, a tiny yellow house,
our first mode of transportation, and the TV we paid for in 36 months.
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set
of triplets. You were the original model for a mom and dad who were
trying to work the bugs out. You got homemade baby food,
brand new toys, and the three hour naps...
You were the beginning.......

To the Middle Child...

We've always loved you best,
 because you are our second gift from God.
A blessing more then words can explain.
You drew a tough spot in the family and
it made you stronger for it.
You cried less, had more patience,
and wore faded hand-me-downs.
But it only made you more special.
You were the one we relaxed with and realized that a dog
could kiss you and you wouldn't get sick. You could cross
a street by yourself long before you will drive a car,
and you helped us understand that the world wouldn't collapse
if you went to bed with dirty feet.
You were the child of our busy, ambitious years and without
you we never would have survived the job changes and the
tedium and routine that is marriage.

To the Baby...

We've always loved you best,
 because while endings are generally sad,
You are such a joy.
You showed us God does have a sense of humor!
You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs,
the games with missing pieces and the baby book
which is half way complete.
You are the one we held onto so tightly...
rocked a little longer each night.
You are the link with our past, a reason for tomorrow.
You keep us on our toes, squared our shoulders,
restored our vision and gave us a sense of humor
that security, maturity, and durability can't provide.
When our hair becomes the color of snow
and your own children tower over you,
you will still be our baby....

(poems adapted from the original poem written by L. Dutler)

Excuse me while I go find a box of tissues....
my tears have blurred my vision...

6 comments:

LDH said...

Please pass me a tissue too... Precious children and precious and heartwarming poems!

sissie said...

I think I need a tissue too. Your children are adorable.

hugs
Sissie

Jane Doe said...

Lovely!

Kim @ Savvy Southern Style said...

Wendy, how sweet and your children are beautiful.

dee dee said...

Wendy,
Wow, this is simply beautiful! Thank you for reminding me just how much children are blessings and how God has created them so unique!
Blessings to you and your wonderful family!
Dee Dee
PS I can't get over how beautiful your English garden is!

Pamela said...

How sweet Wendy!! Your children are beautiful!!

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