When someone comes into our lives and they are too quietly and quickly gone, they leave footprints on our hearts...and their memory stays with us forever.
Four years today, I delivered my precious baby girl, Morgan Rose. In the face of grief, my mother wrote this poem that was read at her funeral.
Come Play With Me
"Come play with me" her grandma wrote
"And we'll make mud pies in a boat"
"Come play with me" her auntie said
"There are babies and books underneath my bed"
"Come play with me" her uncle crooned
"We'll sing silly songs down in my room"
"Come play with me" her mommy pled
"Let me put some pretty bows up in your head"
"Come play with me, Morgan" her Daddy cried
"I'll take my princess on a real long ride"
It was an angel's voice she answered to one night
"Come play with me and we'll take our flight-
away from sickness, pain and grief
to a place of harmony and eternal peace"
It's with great sadness that we now confess,
Morgan's fate from earth is better than the rest.
From Heavenly heights she will cheer us on,
inspire our footsteps and discern our songs.
Until the day each of us can hear,
the whisper of Morgan's voice gently in our ear-
"Come play with me, it's been awhile.
I've been waiting for you and your big, bright smile!
The table is ready and the bride groom is set,
the floors are all shiny and you're not here yet.
Balloons and bubbles will greet you with cheer,
Come and play with me family, I'm so glad you're here!
Morgan, a Rose Planted on Earth To Bloom in Heaven.
January 10, 2006