Kristin

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


From the darkest of nightmares you did come;
From which I thought I'd not waken.
Of shattered faith and fervent prayer;
A time when my dreams were totally shaken.


You lie there, alone, perfectly formed,
Yet as still as death, and so very small;
Numbed and drugged, unable to breathe,
We weren't allowed to touch you at all.


Hooked to cold tubes, a miracle needed;
Air forced in, air forced out.
I felt that you must feel the pain;
Too young to know what it was all about.


Told by the doctor to make ourselves ready,
For this might be all you'd ever be;
Not able to walk or talk or cry,
Never open your eyes and look at me.


But, oh, what a little fighter you are,
What bravery and spirit you show;
I've watched a miracle come to life,
I've seen a blessing breathe and grow.


I've held an angel in my arms,
Watched you struggle to learn your way;
Determined and diligent, always smiling,
And I thank God for you, every day.


Your way will never come easily;
But I know it will come with great pride.
My heart swells with it's love for you,
As you stand here, now, at my side.


You've taught me so much about belief;
I hear you talk and laugh and sing.
Intelligence shines in your eyes so blue,
Girl, you're not afraid to face anything!


You're the sweetest of miracles,
With a strength of will that's rare;
My world would be a much darker place,
If my precious Kristin wasn't there.