Goodbye, Dear Daughter
I thought I would be the one, not you,
To wave good-bye when life was through--
Listening to your tender voice, well-tuned
With sister and brothers singing softly in the room.
I’m like your Anna, who ran, arms open wide,
(A toddler’s tears do not easily hide)
“Don’t ‘weave,’ Gamma Codo,” she begs
Hugging tightly around my legs.
It took me miles before my tears dried,
Although God knows how hard I tried
To smile bravely for her sake,
Quick to promise the next trip we’d take.
Now it’s you, my child, to whom I run
Hardly believing this day has come.
For twenty months I’ve cried, day and night,
Pleading for victory in your cancer fight.
I’ve lived long; I’ve run my race.
If I could trade, I’d take your place--
But Jesus already did; his death opened up the Way
For us to be together forever on that eternal day.