When you were born,
and were oh so small,
I missed seeing your tiny feet.
but you gave me a picture of those tiny toes,
when finally we did meet.
A picture isn’t the same of course,
but God knew that it would help.
A picture you gave from your heart to me
brought joy and peace to myself.

	I missed your tiny hand in mine, when you were a little boy. but you gave me a picture of those tiny hands, and it brought me so much joy. A picture isn’t the same of course, but God knew that it would help. a picture is worth a thousand words and brings warmth that can be felt. I missed your first steps, when you were small. I missed the little walks we could have walked. But you gave me a picture... video no less... and I even got to see you crawl. A picture isn’t the same of course, but God knew that it would help. A picture of those steps, stumbles and all, caused my heart to melt. I missed giving you a piggyback ride, and I didn’t get to tuck you in bed. I didn’t get to hear your prayers, or give you a good night kiss on top of your head. But you gave me a picture, of you in your PJ’s that I could touch and of you asleep. How could I have missed so much? A picture isn’t the same of course, but God knew that it would help. A picture of what I missed with you has brought me grace and peace and good health. When you were pre-teen, I missed all your dreams, about who you would be when you grew up, and where you would like to live at. But you gave me a picture, with a dog by your side, and one in a cowboy hat. A picture isn’t the same of course, But God knew that it would help. A picture of you growing up so fine, is more than I could dream myself. I missed all of your teenage years. Some say that might not be so bad, But I didn’t get to watch you play ball, or watch TV with you, or cheer you up when you were sad. I missed telling you not to be so noisy or clean up your room, or don’t be late... But you gave me a picture, of you and your friends, and some "nerdy" school pictures that you hate. A picture isn’t the same of course, but God knew that it would help. You were perfect in all of them to me. Can you ever know how I’ve felt? And then you entered your twenty’s so fine, how handsome you had become. I had already missed your graduation and other events that would have been so fun. But you gave me a picture, of you in a tux... and with you with long hair and with none! A picture isn’t the same of course, but God knew that it would help. I love your dimples and your eyes like mine and I marvel at how you look so much like myself. And thanks be to God! Now I have pictures of you and me! When we met, and with the rest of our family. And yes...I even have some video tape of you asleep and being hugged and kissed and by a banner that says Welcome Home! It can’t make up for what I have missed, but God knows that it does help. I love you and pray for the day, the camera comes out again. Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words, maybe even more now than then. Back to Patricia's Writings