A poem for my son, Seth

We didn’t know …
...When you were first formed
...When you were knit together
...When the Master began his special work in you

We loved the thought …
...Of who you might be
...Of who you would become
...Of another member of our family

We mourn for you …
...That we didn’t hear you cry
...That we will never know your face
...That you were taken at such an early stage

We know you are…
...In God’s hands tonight
...In the presence of the loving Master
...In the perfect place for you to be

We love you …
...Seth Alexander Enns-Wind
We release you …

written Nov. 3, 2003 by Annette Enns-Wind