With a broken heart this day you cry.
To God you ask him why?
How could you take my child from me?
Dear God why does this have to be?
Then as tears you continue to cry.
Quietly comes; the answer why.
Only for the best do I have room.
I wait for the best flowers to bloom.
I grow them with rain and my love.
Adoring them; from Heaven above.
Nourishing them; within true light.
Loving their beauty both day and night!
For it is with love my flowers do grow.
With love gently each child as a flower I do sow
For it is the best flowers that; I bring home to me.
That is why your child is in my home you see.
Written October 3, 2011