I wonder what you look like. So desperate to see your face, I study your sonogram photo and blurr my eyes when i look at your brothers and try to imagine you.
And it hurts because I never can. Its like chasing a shadow.
One man saw you. He delivered you from me even though neither of us wanted deliverence. My bones burn bitterly that he saw your face and your hands and your feet, and he passed you nonchalantly to another.
But I know you have been seen by Him. And held by Him. And loved by Him. And better still, you see Him. And no greater love could I want for you to be held in, then His.
But my arms will ache until I find you in Heaven.
I believe you will not have to find her, I believe she will be waiting for you.
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