I Miss

I miss her sweet head in the crook of my shoulder.

I miss her eyes, heavier and heavier and finally closed.

I miss the milky baby smell, the little braids that scratch my chin.

I miss the perfect finders and toes, the arms that reach out for mine.

I miss tiny bundles of blankets containing life redeemed.

I miss holding my sweet kids and singing God's grace over them, praying for healing of their tiny shattered hearts.