You Were To Be A Baby Not An Unborn Child Poem by Marcia Schechinger

An angel sat upon her cloud
of taupe and bluish white
wondering of an earthly sound
and how it felt to cry
- Softening hearts that beat too fast
she worried of this worthy task

She watched a bud
but could not smell it
Ocean suds
and how they felt
- Her coiled curls with fingers tight
she wrapped and weaved with all her might

One day before the Lord
she asked Him to explain
how such a gift did she award
the calm, the joy, the fame
- He laid His hand upon her curls and gently fluffed her wings up
high,
because my child you lived that earth for just a little while

You were to be a baby
not an unborn child
Your innocence is their penalty
as their guardian angel through their trials
- In the silence of the night when you hear them weep of loss
they will feel your touch, for guilt comes with a cost

When your parents come before me twice
on their judgment day
You'll have watched them all their life
forgiveness is for you to say
I have My own verdict: you must give reason for their stay
for they took from you the smell of roses,
taste of cream and ocean's spray