Dec 12, 2008

Help Me Remember

Lord, help me remember, when I feel It's a chore,
the time will come when I'll hold her no more
asleep on my chest (the crib refused,
the blanket, the pacifier, gone unused).
What better place is there to lay her head
than against my heart, my arms her bed?
For infants grow up and leave us behind
with only memories left to remind
us of midnight walking and predawn rocking,
of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep.
So, Lord, make me patient and keep me awake
while I cradle this child, and don't let me take
for granted the moments I spend in the night
with this baby--Your gift, my joy, my delight.


  1. wow!! amazing.....This poem is lovely Shaifali...All the lines are so deep and full of emotion...Reading this I am missing my mom..I want to go to India.. :( ..I realize the things as a child we take for granted, forgetting all the things they have done for us and always knowing the unselfish love she showers upon us...lovely!!!

  2. Absolutely brilliant and poignant...

  3. Thanks for the compliments. I should make it clear I didn't write it. Just a collection from somewhere but I truly, deeply experienced this poem.