Gedicht tot steun!

Onderstaand gedicht kwam ik tegen tussen mijn 1e en 2e mk en heeft mij toen veel steun kunnen geven en daarom wil ik dit met jullie delen!
Ik hoop dat jullie hier ook kracht en steun uit kunnen halen.


What Makes A Mother?

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked, "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard Him say:

A Mother has a baby,
This we know is true
But, God, can you be a mother
When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can, he replied
With confidence in His voice,
I give many women babies,
When they leave it is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for the day,
And some I send to feel your womb,
But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this God,
I want my baby here!!
He took a breath, and cleared his throat,
And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you,
What your child is doing here...
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say:

"We go to earth to learn our lessons
of love and life and fear,
but My mommy loved me so much
I got to come straight here!"

“I feel so lucky to have a Mom
who had so much love for me,
I learned my lessons very quickly,
My Mommy set me free.

I miss my Mommy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep at night,
On her pillow is where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear,
"Mommy, Please don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I am here"

“ So you see my dear sweet one,
Your child is doing okay.
Your babie is here in My home,
And this is where he/she'll stay.

He/she'll wait for you with Me,
Until your lessons there are through,
And on the day that you come home,
He/she'll be at the gates waiting for you

So now you see What makes a Mother,
It's the feeling in your heart,
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Liefs, Lieflief

 

Nemo: Precies. Door dit gedicht had ik het idee dat mijn gevoel een beetje begrepen werd. Ik ben nogal op wat onbegrip gestuit bij de mensen die zoiets nooit hebben meegemaakt en dat was heel moeilijk.
Toen ik dit gedicht las heb ik gebruld, gebruld en nog eens gebruld en dat luchtte enorm op. Het waren mijn kindjes en ze voelden als mijn kindjes en ik ben hun moeder, ik heb ze alleen nooit de liefde en warmte kunnen geven die ik graag had gewild.