My First Born (Rest In Peace) Poem by Jan E Smith

At nineteen I thought I knew it all.
Life's troubles seemed so very small.

To start my family, I would marry.
Soon my husband's child to carry.

The months went by as my belly grew.
Would my baby's eyes be brown or blue?

Then Christmas day I felt great pain.
The cause of discomfort was all too plain.

The baby whom I longed to hold
had died too soon and now was cold.

His eyes were shut and his skin so grey.
A porcelain doll on Christmas day.

In a bucket so white they placed him in.
I looked the last time at my youngest of kin.

Years have passed and the pain is small.
Was there a lesson to it all?

Thank you God for life's ups and downs.
For smiles are better if you know of frowns.