FOR YOU, MARGO, WITH ALL OF MY HEART. I LOVE YOU! -Mom
Your world is spinning
Round and round;
Life so lost
And heartache found.
Your walls close in.
They feel so tight.
It’s hard to move.
You’ve no more fight.
People seem
So far away.
Why won’t they come?
Why won’t they stay?
Your day is
Gray and dark and dull.
It once was light
And fresh and full.
Why the bleakness?
Why the pain?
Why won’t
Happiness remain?
Remember when
You hoped to fly
Above it all.
Your true heart’s cry?
Invincible
Was once your goal.
Unstoppable
Unbridled soul.
Listen, child,
Let me be firm:
A butterfly
Was once a worm.
It happily
Slinked through a day
Only to live life
Her way.
But God had heard
Her heart’s deep cry.
He knew she longed
To soar on high.
He spun her in His
Tightfit strings
While crafting her
Four lovely wings.
And when her wings
Were fully hewn
He cut her from
That tight cocoon
To watch her fly
The way she’d dreamed.
Her life once bleak
But now redeemed.
You see, my girl,
You’re in His shell
Not in a grave
Or in a cell.
He has you there
To mend some things,
To draw you in,
To grow those wings.
And if you let Him
Write your story,
If you let Him
Shine His glory,
If you learn to
Trust His way
And in His hands
You stay the clay
That He can mold
And bend and press,
You’ll be one He’s
Pleased to bless.
And your new wings
Will change your world!
I cannot wait,
Sweet baby girl.
-Deidre Pool
Flying Pigs 