Rocking Chair Poem

Precious little babe of mine,

miraculous by God's design.

I marvel at the sight of you,

so soft and blue and fresh and new.

You are Heaven in disguise,

with Mommy's smile

and Daddy's eyes.

You're everything I'd hoped you'd be,

handpicked for our family.

And as we rock the night away,

I wish that you could always stay

safe within my loving arms,

far from heartaches, hurts, and harms.

But just as night just lead to dawn,

time will not stop marching on.

And though you seem so slight and small,

I know that in no time at all

we'll trade in this rocking chair

for wheels that carpool here and there.

Then, in your "bigness" you might think

that mom's arms have begun to shrink.

And so I pray that as you grow,

you will not hesitate to go

to the hands that hold each star,

the arms that reach to where you are.

May you climb upon the knee

of the Maker of eternity,

and discover that the lap of grace

is a safe and precious place.

For now, sweet one, I hold you tight,

but surrender you in prayer each night

to the only One I know

who has the arms you won't outgrow.

-Alicia Bruxvoort