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The Psalm and the poem below are dedicated to every mother and family who’ve experienced the loss of a precious child.

Psalm 23

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

A Baby’s Prayer

In honor of Zoe Daniella

November 15, 2008 – January 27, 2009

Cry not for me, my own dear love.
You could have done no more.
Think not of days that might have been,
But joy in days of yore.

We woke and slept. We laughed and wept.
You gave your very life.
And though now called to be with God,
I pain to see your strife.

Cry not for me, my own dear love.
I could have done no more.
I came to you, as I was bade,
Then returned to glistening shores.

Just live your life, my own dear love.
Fill not your days with yearning.
For our time as one, it seemed so short,
Was filled with precious learning.

Press on, for me, my own dear love.
Take light where e’er you trod.
And I’ll wait for you, my own dear love,
Here at the feet of God.

© 2009 Clenton G. Winford II

Note: Though the above poem is copyrighted, the author gives express permission to use it for non-commercial purposes. Feel free to copy it for your personal use and as part of a memorial service, part of a memory book, etc.