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Empty
Spot
In 1955
one little empty cradle--
While raising all our
girls,
an empty chair at the
table.
Each Valentine Day
a special prayer
sent up to God above
that our firstborn was
being raised
in a home of Godly love.
No one could ever see
the hole left in our
heart.
No one could feel the pain
of all the years apart.
Yet foremost in our
minds--
how to spare this child of
ours
the effects of all the
anguish
over which we had no
power.
A sacrifice was made
but the joy that we had
lost,
in passing to another
could help defray the
cost.
The years have gone, the
child has grown,
now she herself a mother,
but we would never see her
until I lost my brother.
"And now you
see", God said to me,
"That she is happy
there."
What more should I expect?
There's still the cross to
bear.
I must accept things as
they are--
how others really feel--
for there is no denying
that all dreams can't be
real.
There are some things
ne'er understood
and life's not always fair
but even in the darkest
hour
there's always hope in
prayer.
Kaye Otting
written to my daughter
2002
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