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My daughter who had been diagnosed as being terminal.

I will always see you as you pushed your cart
Down the aisle, as you spent precious pennies.
Perched on top was a rose for me wrapped in red ribbon,
Nestled in snowy beauty of bridal wreath
Rose red as blood,
Christ's blood.

I will always see your swollen features wracked with pain
Careful steps you took trying to hide your pain from me.
I acted as if I didn't see.
Golden hair down your back,
Sadness in your eyes, a smile on your face
Not in your eyes.
Mercy granted for those you love.
Christ's mercy.

I will always see the desire in your eyes,
The wish to be shown the grace you show, but are denied.
Their loss.
And I wonder at the hardness of heart that would Not give
The one thing you craved, and oh, the joy you would have received
From such a simple gift.
Love, Christ's love.

I will always remember the rejection you suffered From those you loved when you walked among us, deaf ears, blind eyes that would not see as you in Your own gentle way
Asked for pardon.
May they be forgiven and all things forgotten Because of your forgiveness.
Christ's forgiveness.
Rest in peace, my daughter.

Evelyn Norris