The Bandage

by: Leanne S. Pippin
©Copyright 2007

I watched her through the window
Line her dolls along the fence.
She seemed so small and fragile -
Honey locks flowing free and limp.

She sang to them of Jesus
In her sweet melodic voice
A song that she had favored
Of those learned in her Sunday school.

Her loving little song made
Every cloud much brighter
As the words of “Jesus Loves Me”
Drifted through the backyard shadows.

She turned and saw me watching
And offered a little smile -
Blew a kiss upon the wind
And faded back to memory.

Awakened from my visions
Of days so long ago, by
A little voice behind me -
Whispering “Mommy I love you.”

A boy of only seven
Stood anxiously watching me
With the same painted blue eyes
As the girl in all my day dreams.

The day she’d died, his birthday -
Weakened will inside of me.
Then he refreshed my spirit -
Whispering reason in my life.

A shield against my sorrow -
He’s a miracle indeed.
With him there is no doubting -
The bandage on my heart, is he.