The White Pumpkin
This is the story
Of a pumpkin of white
What is its place on this crisp autumn night?
Amidst all the orange and colors of fall
It seems out of place; not belonging at all
But oh what a place, and oh what a story
You see, this pumpkin is the image of glory
Of babies so small, so incredibly tiny
Perfect in purpose, their souls shining brightly
No less a baby, a child just the same
As one who was held and called by their name
Was my baby a he?
Or was she a she?
These are the thoughts their parents still think
Yet bigger than questions and what ifs and whys
Is the comfort they feel when they look to the skies
For their hope is the truth that they so tightly cling
“I’ll know all the answers when He hands you back to me”
This pumpkin is sweet baby boys and girls
Who never opened their eyes to this world
Who never cried, never feared
Protected from pain
The lives they have touched
Will never be the same
What a life, what bringers
Of all things pure and good
And we honor their lives as any parents would
By loving our children and speaking their names
And asking others to please do the same
This pumpkin is precious little ones
Whose lives although short were covered in love
In kisses and snuggles, rocking and playing
Their parents never knowing they wouldn’t be staying
But the time that they had they would never trade
Even if they could be saved from the pain
Their cribs may be empty, but the promise remains
They will kiss and snuggle their babies again
This white pumpkin is for all of these sweet angel friends
Whose parents all know this isn’t the end
And how they are doing
Tonight up in heaven
Is better than anything we could imagine
So while we’re missing our children
While we’re still on this side
Our hearts continue to swell with magnificent pride
At the special, the wondrous, the out of place things
Like this white pumpkin, and the joy that it brings
A reminder that our children are more than alive
They are perfectly whole, all things are made right
So as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month comes to an end
I ask that you let this sweet image sink in
A reminder that loss is more than a month
It’s a lifetime of missing your child that you love
But while hearts are still aching and more tears will be shed
Let this pumpkin bring joy, hope and beauty instead
Our babies are promised eternity with our Father in heaven
And that is the greatest gift any parent could ever be given
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