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POEMS I WROTE ABOUT OUR DAUGHTER PRECIOUS DURING HER RECOVERY AFTER DROWNING. Precious was 1 yr. old when she
drowned, yet lived. September 10, 1987 When Precious was 6 years old.
My “Special” Little Girl Perhaps someday I’ll have the time To listen to the morning birds But, this morning, I’ll lovingly hold My six year old’s frail, tiny hand, Carry her on the school bus And send her off with prayer. Perhaps someday, I’ll enjoy A nice, clean dinner table With no spills or mess But, today, I’ll mop up My little girls spilled milk, Wipe her face and kiss her cheek Sending up a prayer to God For this Precious Angel He’s put within our care. Perhaps someday, I’ll enjoy The lovely Phoenix sunset, But tonight, I’ll brush My little girls teeth, put her diapers on, And tuck her into bed with a prayer. And so for now, no calm morning, Clean dinner table, nor lovely sunset, Could ever take her place! By Christine Lanning
September 10, 1987 By Christine Lanning
My Baby Fell Again, Today Sunday, my baby lost her balance Fell, and scraped her face, Forgot to put her hands out; The dear one Forgot to put her hands out. My baby fell again, today She hurt her head at school. It looks real bad But not too bad, It could be far more worse. My baby’s six years old this year. She came to me tonight In diapers and a night shirt, She cried, “Can’t seep Ma-ma, can’t seep.” Then back to bed She staggered and soon Will fall asleep. She may awake and cry aloud, But I’ll be there to comfort, Pat her tiny back and say, “It’s all right my darling, Ma-ma’s Here now—and Jesus never left.” By Christine Lanning
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