Thursday, June 5, 2008

All Because

All Because a Baby Fussed
I woke up early this morning,
far earlier than I wanted to
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I burned my fingers
on a too-hot bottle of formula
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I smell like nasty wipes, sour formula,
and spit up
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I didn't talk to my husband all morning,
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I went into the bathroom
and cried until my head hurt,
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I prayed to God
for strength today,
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I told Him I couldn't handle
things,
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I walked over to a playpen
All Because a Baby Fussed.
My neck was hugged with tiny hands,
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I heard a lot of little sighs
and endearing little snores
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I held my daughter close to me
and thanked God for her today
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I realized God had blessed my life
All Because a Baby Fussed.
I knew today that God was with me
and kept me in His care
All Because a Baby Fussed.
Next time when my days goes wrong
and things just get to tough
I'll pray that God would touch my heart
and let MY Baby Fuss.
by J.N.Matheny

1 comment:

Cathy Cobblestone said...

What a beautiful poem - it tugged at my heart - brought back lots of memories. My lil' guy is five and already I wish I could go back and hear his sweet cry from when he was little. They grow way to fast. The struggles are always there, but your right, God has blessed us and in the end, all of it, fussing and all, is absolutely worth it! Blessings to you and your sweet lil' one.