Today, I cried.
I read a story and I cried.
A story of a baby born still, no breath, no sound.
Her family had waited and hoped and dreamed.
I cried over every word, every picture.
I thought, “what if it were me?”
“What if I had lost what I hold so dear?”
I cried for what was and what will never be.
I cried for myself, for others close to me.
I cried for my beloved, for his family.
Then, as I sat, tears pouring down,
I thought again.
This time, this time,
I thanked God for every heartbeat, every flutter.
Every breath and every memory.
I thanked him for the family, for the daughter,
For the lost but not forgotten.
Today, I am thankful.