Thursday, January 22, 2015

Song of Josephine

My sweet tiny girl...
your debut was not as we had hoped.
The waiting room was clouded with worry and fear
not the sunshine and flowers as we planned.


When I first saw you in the NICU
you were like a tiny marionette, lying broken on stage under lights
tethered to machines and monitors that controlled your life force.
But in those clicks and beeps I heard your secret message
of strength, courage and determination.

When I first held you in my arms
you took my breath away.
And as your tiny hand grabbed and held onto my finger
you became my oxygen and my lungs filled
with the breath of angels.
That's when I first knew you were our blessing from God
and destined for greatness.

My heart aches with love each time I see you or hear your name
It soars like a bird until I see what you must endure, and your illness
pierces my heart like a giant thorn.
And as the pain becomes most severe, I am suddenly stilled by a sound...
A most beautiful song rising a pitch above all others fills the air
and I see it comes from you.

You are the perfect song Josie...
Gods most special blessing to us all
Like the mythical thornbird,
the most beautiful song is brought about through great pain.

You are our song Josephine
the one most beautiful.
And we will hold those thorns to our own breasts because
your song is worth it.

All my love,
Nana