reflections by Roxana

 I rock her in my arms, my little baby girl,

I look at that soft face, her smiley eyes…

She laughs in my arms, and in my heart I ask:

Where will we be five years from now?

Will we have security;

Will we be able to endure?

I hear my little five year old boy,

Reading words from a book on his own,

His voice like a melody of waterfalls…

Just five years ago I was holding him newborn.

He rested peacefully on my chest,

I could embrace him warmly with only one arm,

Now my hand holds his as we walk the path of our lives…

My thoughts travel in time,

Back and forth swinging my girls, again and again…

Made up songs, lullabies, a new baby girl in my arms

Long after I had no hope of feeling any stirrings in my aged womb…

Moments of tenderness, moments of tears, excitement, laughter,
Fears, late at night,
But moments are what I have.

Five years from now matters not at all right now,

For those angels that come to our lives

And fly to their heights.

Five years have no meaning

When we’ll find ourselves in the presence

Of the Author of all creation.

I hold on to this hour and my fears lose their meaning,
Five years ago or sometime in our future,
Because everything is in your hands, Lord,
Every hour, past or present,
All.

11-15-11 Roxana Reyes Davis