A Poem For My Baby Saint

Will I Know You In Heaven?

Will I recognize you, my sweet third child,

and will you recognize me?

Will you look like your sisters,

with light hair and dimples?

Or will you look completely different,

with dark features like me?

Do you miss me, as much as I miss you,

and is your heart breaking like mine is?

Even though I miss you my sweet baby,

know that I love you ever so much.

I can't wait to meet you when I leave this earth,

and embrace you as I do your sisters. 

Until then, please pray for me,

that I can hold it together for everyone else.

Love, Momma

I purchased this gorgeous Boy Angel painting mounted on wood from Flor Larios on Etsy. I also created this pocket rosary with garnet Preciosa Czech glass beads (for the month I lost the baby) and one sapphire Preciosa Czech glass bead (for the month I was due).

I also received this gorgeous sterling silver wing with birthstone charms in the mail today from my friend Bonnie at Birth Designs. I think it's necessary to carry a memento with me. This baby IS one of my children and should be recognized as so. This wing accompanies the names of my girls on their own tiny tags with their birthstones. God willing, if I should have more children, Bonnie will definitely be getting a call. Her work is beautiful,  meticulous, and thoughtful. Bonnie's website can be found here and her Etsy shop can be found here.

"My Lord, the baby is dead!

Why, my Lord--dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents' face--it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?

"Why, my child--do you ask 'why'? Well, I will tell you why.

You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty--he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows the secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents' merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth."

I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool--forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the live that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity."

--Mother M. Angelica from the EWTN website