Missing in Action

I am sad to see that I only posted 3 times in December.  I had a good December and a wonderful Christmas, but something had to give and it was blogging.  Growing a baby seems to take up most of my energy these days.  So here is a poem in honor of the sweet girl who is my excuse for not blogging much in the past month.

This poem was published in the Ensign in 1999 when Evan was a year old.  I  immediately loved this beautiful poem about motherhood.  It resonated with me and I kept it in my nightstand for all these years.  A few months ago, I pulled it out and realized that although this will only be my 5th child, it is my 7th pregnancy.  I have miscarried two babies, one at 13+ weeks and one at 8 weeks.

So here this lovely poem for my 7th baby.  She will be here in two months.

Seventh Child

By Sharon Price Anderson

Sarah would laugh

to think that I feel old,

yet understand better than I

the longing which gives you life

and overcomes the logic

that it has been too long

and six is sufficient

for seed as dust and stars.

Is it your desire

to come to earth

that makes me willing

to give you birth

and further fulfill God’s promise?

What blessing will you bring?

What mission will be yours

in this Saturday of time,

you who are Sarah’s increase

as well as mine?

Could I have kept completely

my mortal purpose and

consecration’s covenant

without you?

Sarah knew much of

altars aging,

offspring waiting,

missions and promises.

Now as we grow and wait,

she would teach us also faith.