My heart on a sleeve. The important things in life in light of tragedy. A love letter to one of my children.
Copyright 2001
A Mother's Love letter to her Child by susie harrison
"Let me tell you a secret Mommy?" You say as you slide your sweet little lips up to my tender ears as if you are about to whisper sweet nothings to me. But then suddenly a gentle butterfly kiss passes my cheek and you giggle that high pitched laughter. "Well, I have a secret for you as well my son" So you perch your ear next to my mouth but I grab you with my big warm arms instead and mama bear hug you. I smother your cheeks with kisses of my own and tell you how much you are loved. I watch you curl up and lay your fluffy, light brown hair onto your plump pillow and sleepily close your eyes, yet a contented smile remains on your face. You know you are loved so immensely. I catch a glimpse of your kindergarten toes peeking their way out from beneath great-mama's patchwork quilt and I admire your peaceful presence. Nevermind your earlier temper tantrums that had, you hollering because you were to have no cookies before dinner. Nor the kicking and screaming to the bath before bed. Those moments are a forgiven memory now. Now you lie so still and complacent near my side. My mind drifts back to a night, now that seems so long ago, when I also sat close by your side. I sobbed ever so quietly at the site of your lifeless body with its transcluent skin exposing your veins and frail bones that was a one and a half pound body. I recall watching intently, too intently, the green lines on the black screen of the hospital monitor. Each beat of your struggling heart and every weary breath you fought to breathe were the center of my existence. A tear slips down my flushed cheek, but not from the fear and prayer to our almighty God to bless us all with your life, but for the one prayer that God answered. The greatest gift that Jesus gave us all....you. To watch you run and play, to see you off to school each day. To be there for you when you through your tantrums because you can't have your way. All, our gift that God was so kind to give to us. Sleep my Sonny, for God has big plans for you my son, and you need your rest. He will watch over your dreams and your play. And so will I as you grow into adulthood, something at one time I thought might never happen. I love you my son, you are the light of my life! Mommy
Copyright 2001
A Mother's Love letter to her Child
by susie harrison
"Let me tell you a secret Mommy?"
You say as you slide your sweet little lips up to my tender ears as if you are about to whisper sweet nothings to me. But then suddenly a gentle butterfly kiss passes my cheek and you giggle that high pitched laughter.
"Well, I have a secret for you as well my son" So you perch your ear next to my mouth but I grab you with my big warm arms instead and mama bear hug you. I smother your cheeks with kisses of my own and tell you how much you are loved.
I watch you curl up and lay your fluffy, light brown hair onto your plump pillow and sleepily close your eyes, yet a contented smile remains on your face. You know you are loved so immensely.
I catch a glimpse of your kindergarten toes peeking their way out from beneath great-mama's patchwork quilt and I admire your peaceful presence.
Nevermind your earlier temper tantrums that had, you hollering because you were to have no cookies before dinner. Nor the kicking and screaming to the bath before bed. Those moments are a forgiven memory now.
Now you lie so still and complacent near my side.
My mind drifts back to a night, now that seems so long ago, when I also sat close by your side. I sobbed ever so quietly at the site of your lifeless body with its transcluent skin exposing your veins and frail bones that was a one and a half pound body. I recall watching intently, too intently, the green lines on the black screen of the hospital monitor. Each beat of your struggling heart and every weary breath you fought to breathe were the center of my existence.
A tear slips down my flushed cheek, but not from the fear and prayer to our almighty God to bless us all with your life, but for the one prayer that God answered. The greatest gift that Jesus gave us all....you. To watch you run and play, to see you off to school each day. To be there for you when you through your tantrums because you can't have your way. All, our gift that God was so kind to give to us.
Sleep my Sonny, for God has big plans for you my son, and you need your rest. He will watch over your dreams and your play. And so will I as you grow into adulthood, something at one time I thought might never happen.
I love you my son, you are the light of my life!
Mommy
This is such a beautiful show of love ..
Wonderful read Susie
Sharron
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2003
very honest, very simple and very real...sometimes the good ones just jump out at you, this one leapt, well done i truly enjoyed this in all its honesty, simplicity, and realistic frankness...take care of you and yours...Mark ...
So beautiful! God bless the children. They make the world go round! This really touched me. I almost lost one of mine. Lacy was kicked in the head by a horse when she was three. Now she's almost 14 and thy're sending her to Milan next year to be an international model! But I remember those moments praying by her bed...... Never again I pray do I feel like that. Just as you, I thank God every day for blessing my life with her presense. God bless!
Love,
Beth
Reviewed by Mehboob Panhwar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2002
"A mothers love is a mothers love, no one can deny"
Reviewed by Retardo Culo (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2002
you have been visited by the MaD cLiCkeR. In order to improve your chances for the radio show at AD. Quantity matters!! hehehehe. You are welcome! By the way, your photo still looks very odd. Yuck.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Wonderful read Susie
Sharron
Love,
Beth