Pregnancy and Birth Poetry Contest Finalists...

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SWEET SIXTEEN

Late. Positive.

There's a baby on the way.

Should I laugh or scream or cry?
Or maybe even pray?

Sick. Tired.

There's a baby on the way.

I haven't told a single soul.

What will people say?

Showing. Glowing.

There's a baby on the way.

My friends all keep their distance.

The daddy ran away.

Kicking. Growing.

There's a baby on the way.

Found someone to help me.

She keeps the fear at bay.

Homework. Doctors.

There's a baby on the way.

Working hard to graduate.

It will be okay.

Weeks. Days.

There's a baby on the way.

Room is full of tiny things.

There's a place for her to lay.

Pain. Coming.

There's a baby on the way.

Relax, breathe, the teacher said.

Crazy thing to say.

Powerful. Amazing.

There's a baby on the way.

They say they see her little head.

Push, push, yes, yes, hooray!

Breathing. Crying.

My "baby on the way".

Held her close within my arms.

My baby, here today.

Can You Hear a Whisper?

Among the stars awaits Her angels

Only joy is waiting for this precious soul,

Hear always the silent songs of the angels,

As they whisper ever so softly and gently call Her name…

Janice Lynn, Janice Lynn…

Such sadness has been like a dark silhouette

That surrounds the hearts of those who loved Her.

But, oh how She wants you all to know…

That Her gentle spirit is shining so brightly now and stronger than it should,

Especially for one who was so small,

But then you knew it would.

To cherish the joy amidst such pain

Is more than one can bear,

But know that love will guide your heart,

Through the darkness of despair.

By faith you know She will be safe,

As the angels hold Her close.

Still  the question begs deep within your heart,

“Why was it She they chose?”

In the silence, among your tears, why couldn’t time stand still?

It seemed so dark, for so very long,

That blinding, unending black…

It wasn’t the veil of darkness you felt,

But the angel’s shadows upon your back.

So, be not afraid of the endless nights,

For the angels hold Her near,

For She is in her “special place”

Amidst God’s perfect grace.

But most of all remember,

Love is precious, timeless, and unending…

Remember its embrace,

And when your heart is hurting,

Recall  her little face.

For those who were blessed and knew her,

The enlightened ones they know…

That the true gift is in the moment,

It will never fade away.

Can you hear a whisper?

Janice Lynn is her name.