How Is It God Could Need You More Than I?
They say love is blind and you made this true.
I never got to place you in an outfit either pink or blue.
Never rocked you in my arms as you always quietly slept.
Not one tear did I get to dry as you sadly wept.
I planned for you each and every day
I dreamed of you thought it would all be okay
I prepared for you in that motherly sort of way.
Then soon I had you but God took you away.
So now I miss you as the pain slowly eases each day.
I love you Serenity you are my first precious Babe.
Maybe this is the way Maa is supposed to feel,
Perhaps my wounds are never intended to heal.
If I could ask but one question why,
How is it God could need you more than I?