Blessed from above, nine months is so long to wait,
long awaited arrival.
Birthing brings fears of the unknown.
And death visited without success,
his little lungs weren’t finished growing.
He was struggling to breathe, so home I go with empty arms,
and a heart that longs to hold him close.
Long awaited arrival.
My bouncing bundle of joy is finally home.
He is growing, and so curious, and fearless.
Death visits once again,
at school he tries to prove himself, and there he hangs from his neck swinging from a long thin rope only wishing to fly,
struggling to breathe,
writhing in fear and pain unable to scream
as the life slowly drains from his little frame.
The teacher runs to his rescue and his lungs fill once again
long awaited arrival.
Life and death are expected…
we wait for life,
we wait for death,
we must simply live in the moment.
He is now reaching for goals,
No matter what comes,
Living life to its fullest.
Because…
Death will visit again,
with a final breathe, and then comes that
long awaited departure!
LaDonna Fridenmaker~Writer 