“Angela Dawn”

Dawn was breaking on that glorious day
when I held her for the very first time,
She was an angel delivered to me from heaven,
We named her Angela Dawn.

A special blessing to us she was born,
to love and protect ~ a lifetime union we were sworn.
She learned to talk and walk and play,
To us she was perfect in every way.

Then, at age 2, she encountered adversity,
A divorce was decided rather than an anniversary.

How could we have known her little heart would be broken?
She was far too little, her words left unspoken.
She couldn’t form the questions to convey she was sad,
for no vocabulary had been formed to ask the questions she had.

At age 11 our little angel faced her mortality.
She was diagnosed with cancer – an unwelcome reality!
Our baby received treatment under her doctors’ care,
to rid her little body of a cancer so rare.

My darling grew stronger in her unblemished faith.
She drew from strength formed in her once broken heart.
In sorrow’s place God had allowed strength to foster,
producing vigor, courage, compassion, and wisdom to impart.

With the tools she was given, the battle she did win.
Good news to share with our friends and kin!
The cancer remained in remission despite the odds ~
A party was held to honor life, good health, and to thank our God!

Angela’s combat was fraught with more devastation.
Venomous chemo raised its ugly head thrusting frothy fangs deep inside,
causing irreversible damage to my precious girl’s heart.
Without a heart transplant she would not survive!

Away from her doctors the insurance company sent her,
despite our cries to remain home, where friends and family were already center.
But our begging and pleading was for naught,
we were transported to Alabama to wait for a heart.

Angela’s faith never waived, the light could not be dimmed,
despite her suffering in that hostile region.
Though she waited for 15 agonizing months, for a heart that would never come ~
She walked with the grace only God could have given.

Angela fought every obstacle purposely driven.
But her last breath was claimed, no transplant given.
I miss my baby; no words can express,
how my empty arms yearn to hold my darling “precious”.

I know my darling Angela Dawn,
is playing her heavenly cello, center stage, performing gloriously in song.
She’s illuminating the heavens with her dazzling smile,
I’m so blessed she was mine if only for awhile.

Until the day I enter heaven’s glorious gates,
to join you, my Angela Dawn ~
I hope your memories will never fade,
of my love for you, my precious angel born at dawn.

Love eternally,
Mom
11/22/2004