Kayla’s 22nd Birthday Poem

Today is Christmas Eve and Kayla’s 22nd birthday.  While anticipating this difficult day, I wrote a poem to honor my daughter and to help me get through missing her today.

 

 

 

 

 

T’was the morning before Christmas;
still dark in the house.
something was stirring
and it wasn’t a mouse.
The blankets and sleepers
were folded with care;
I thought I was ready,
but, I wasn’t prepared.
As I slowly rolled out of my bed,
I had no idea what was ahead.
Discomfort and stress
had fallen in my lap.
What was I to do?
There were still presents to wrap.
As the pain became harder
I wondered what was the matter.
I looked in the mirror,
“Wow! I’m getting fatter and fatter!”
Away to the car, I flew like a flash.
I had to be quick
and tried not to crash.
Racing through red lights
while the pain continued to grow.
I was almost there;
just a few miles to go.
As the pain progressed,
it was perfectly clear;
it was time for the arrival
and to let go of my fear.
Pushing and hurting
with tears in my eyes;
I was anxious to see
my Christmas surprise.

When what do my wondering
eyes did appear;
my first born child
with no worries and no fears.
A girl with blue eyes and bright
red hair;
weighing only 5 lbs
and skin that was fair.
I looked at my girl with happy tears;
I didn’t know I’d only have her
for 17 years.
My time with you was far too short
and I wish I had another day;
I look forward to seeing you again
and I’ll never let you go away.
I wish I could see you in Heaven
to hug and say to you…
Merry Christmas, Kayla
And Happy Birthday, too.