Eating Cookies with Jesus - A Poem of Comfort for Parents Who Have Miscarried
I have a friend that just miscarried. I wrote this in an attempt to comfort her and her husband.
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I know you are consumed with grief and hurt and even anger because I got to meet Jesus before you even met me.
I know you were looking forward to meeting me, counting all my fingers and toes that had already formed before I left Mommy's belly. You had even started talking about what my name might be.
You were wondering what I might be when I grew up and you were thinking of all the neat things like playing the piano that you would be able to teach me.
You were excited to grow your family and give my sister a sibling to love and play with.
Mommy and Daddy, please don't be sad. I'm in Heaven with Jesus and all of the other unborn babies. He tells us stories about people named Moses and Joseph and Paul. He even told us a story about a fish swallowing a man!
Did you know the streets up here are made of gold? They are so pretty.
We eat from the tree with many different kinds of fruit. Jesus gives us lots of hugs and tickles our feet. He tells us everyday how much He loves us.
Mommy and Daddy, don't worry about me. I'm in good hands. I play a lot. I get to run. I am in Heaven eating cookies with Jesus and soon you will be too. I can't wait to see you. I miss you.
I love you,
P.S. Jesus said to tell you hi and He loves you. He'll see you soon.