Once I had a little rose closed up inside my womb
But Jesus called her to come home before my rose could bloom

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Dear Donna Rose

My dear daughter,

Today should have been your first birthday.  I should be baking you a cake, buying balloons and ice cream, and wrapping presents. We should have spent the day playing together, just celebrating getting through one year of your life. I miss you so much, my dear. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.