Remembering Devon
Connie L. Jones
For nine months the Penners awaited this time--
"One more push. . . . Here he comes. . . .
You're doing just fine. . . . He is born!
Praise the Lord! Baby Devon is here!"
And he's baptized that day with his Mom's happy tear.
Although pain during labour is rocky and wild,
it's forgotten when we first see the face of our child,
and we know that our baby was worth every moan
when we watch him develop and see how he's grown.
Devon loved nothing more than to happily rest
in the crook of Mom's arm, his soft cheek on her breast. . .
with eyes that said, "Mommy, I wish you could know
the beautiful place that I soon get to go."
A child's second birth is the one we call death,
and the labour begins when he draws his last breath.
For nine months the angels awaited this time. . . .
Now a push. . . . Here he comes. . . .
He's doing just fine. . . . He is home!
Praise the Lord! Baby Devon is born!
But your heart-womb is empty, and now you must mourn.
The pain of that labour is your last memory.
His heavenly life is just too glorious to see.
But your baby looks down with those beautiful eyes.
A soft smile on his lips, he says, "Don't worry, guys!
In a blink of my lashes, you'll all be here, too,
and you'll realize the glory I already knew!"
Connie L. Jones is a member of West Portal MB Church in Saskatoon, and a mother of three young children.
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