4:06 PM

An Angel's Reflection

A walk in which I chose to hide,

I found a reflection standing waterside.

A supernatural being, so blessed,

usually only seen in my dreams during rest.

A messenger, of sorts, from heaven above,

a celestial being representing true love.

A guardian protecting, magnificent wings

a child, her laughter, the pleasure she brings.

Before she is born, the angel’s message is clear,

She says, “baby comes first in your moments of fear.

Do not despair you’ll know what to do

when your child stops breathing, falls limp and turns blue.

I’ll be by your side in quite different form,

a paramedic in shorts reassuring and warm.

At the hospital be mindful and stay aware,

I’ll help the doctor intubate with care.

When stroke and seizure begin to prey,

the nurse will notice with no delay.

She’ll talk to you in a warm and heartfelt way.

She knows how you feel, she has seen this before.

I’ll stand by baby’s bed as you cry out once more.

Days will pass, life support still stands.

Ease will be felt when Angel Flight lands.

When the baby lifts off with you by her side,

I’ll stay by your husband as his emotions collide.

Now that the distance feels greater than the continental divide,

Please know I’ll have, once again, you both side by side.

 The morning will come, her surgery quite near,

you’ll sit long and wait in enormous fear.

I’ll be in the OR, the surgeon I’ll guide,

He’ll do a good job and walk out with great pride.

‘Your baby, she made it.’ He’ll say with slight grin,

‘Go see her at once, I can tell you’re worn thin.’

Going forward she’ll need immense guidance and support.

With dependence on therapy,

on sleep you’ll run short.

A new normal you’ll meet,

often running for retreat,

bowing down countless times,

for charity of mercy’s seat.

 But please heed my message as I say one last thing,

for it’s not only comfort and love that I bring.

The truth you shall see as your tears are now dry.

His rightness reveals much more to your eye.

The reflection you see as you hide by the water,

was not that of mine, but of God’s precious daughter.

He knew you were strong and would handle the struggle.

He knew you were brave and could wrestle the trouble.

The wings that you wear in the water’s reflection,

resemble your growth and his perfect selection.

For you are the only angel fit for the art,

of raising this baby with a strong loving heart.

  Dedicated to my dear friend Ms. Patricia LeFiles.

Your words of wisdom constantly provide me comfort. 

Thank you for your love.