To Danielle – For the day when we will meet…

Our little princess Danielle was born on the 15th of December 2012. This perfect and beautiful little angel filled our hearts completely for 3 short, sweet days and then she returned home.

Today, 15 Dec 2013, would have been her first birthday. As a tribute to this precious piece of my heart, I have decided to share a very personal poem that I wrote for Danielle one tear drenched, sleepless night, a few months after she passed away.

I pray that this will bring hope and comfort to other mothers like me. We will hold our children again.

To Danielle – For the day when we will meet…

You’ve left me here to ponder,
Every moment of every day,
All the plans and all the reasons,
Why I couldn’t make you stay.

There’s so much for which I’m sorry,
So much I’d like to change,
So much I’d dare to suffer,
To have you here for one more day.

But since that’s wishful thinking,
And I must journey on instead,
I’ll hold on to eternal words,
The promised day that lies ahead…

Jesus promised us a mansion,
And the life we didn’t share,
Joy beyond all earthly laughter,
Timeless love and tender care.

I could never match the giving,
Nor the heart of heaven’s King,
But I would’ve given mortal best,
Down to the smallest thing.

You would’ve had the finest,
Of the stuff of humble home,
But you’re given so much better,
So for now I must let go…

He said to store up treasure,
In the only place that’s true,
Among my heavenly treasure,
What matters most is you.

In tiny fleeting moment,
You’ve pressed upon my soul,
An imprint to make me value,
This life I call my own.

His thoughts, His ways are higher,
So I’ll trust Him, on my knees,
I’ll await the final picture,
His finished tapestry…

I’ll be the one who’s searching,
Wildly pushing through the crowd,
Eyes so happy, yet so desperate,
Heart that’s beating way too loud.

Will you recognize this heartbeat,
From those few and distant days?
Beat that changed it’s very beating,
Since the day you went away.

I’ll be drenched in my own tears,
I’ll be screaming out your name,
Trembling with anticipation,
Have you grown or stayed the same?…

Will I hold my little baby?
Or a princess standing tall?
I’m the one who will be smiling,
No matter big, no matter small…

Though yet I am so very far,
From jeweled gates and streets,
I want for you to know these things,
For the day when we will meet…

– Melissa Domingo (3 April, 2013)