I reaaranged my son's shelves today and found myself smiling away.
You see, a mother is happiest when for her child's entrance she makes way.
My son will never be admired by strangers on the street
but he certainly has touched the lives of those his mother meets.
He has a few blankets; each one with their own story.
He has a bracelet rosary and a newborn one that's holy.
He has two memory boxes made with love that are painted by hand.
"Why do you keep them?" is the question asked by those not blessed enough to understand.
He never needed the prayer books or the pins for other angels.
He had no need for the poems written by perfectly angelic strangers.
You see, his needs were already met on that fateful day.
God took him home and made sure he was safe and out of harm's way.
But each little memento validates that he was here.
He was alive and he mattered! There's a reason for my tears.
So as I fixed his little things and remembered holding him close,
I realized that I was lucky it was Marshall that God chose.
We always find a little token on our family trips...a little charm;
a blue bunny, some soft toys; buying them does no harm.
They let my husband and I know that we did in fact have a son
and one day we'll see him sitting in the lap of the Blessed Son.
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