Precious Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Prayers being said all through the night for a precious
life, lying in a bed, dying.

Tiny figure of a child lying lifeless, still covered in
the love of his mother as she watches over him.

Tender, delicate feelings, trying not to think of death,
keeping vigil, watching him breathe, feeling his forehead.

Faith pouring everywhere, filling the atmosphere with
hope, taking care to let God be there beside him as we pray.

Knowing God is the only one to save him, yet God gently
touches and takes him to heaven, quietly before us.

No more suffering to endure, except for those he loved,
crying by his bedside, holding his little hands.

Giving every ounce of their love to him in this, his
final moment with them on earth.