Precious Child

Not a day passes

that I don’t fear

the loss of you

my precious child

How would I

go on breathing

I recall the day

that you were born

I lifted you high

before the Lord

in thanksgiving

and dedication

for I knew this gift

was not solely mine

I often tremble

when I lift you up

in prayer

then pause to remember

that beautiful day

reminding myself

that you were never

solely mine

and that a village

raised you

while the world

embraced you

as heaven

rejoiced

©Kay Salady