This is a little poem I wrote for my sister Terry's daughter, Meghan, when she turned 18 a few years ago. One of my favorite memories of Meggy, when she was a little tot, is that she could not pronounce my name "Maureen". So, she made up her own interpretation of my name and called me "Auntie Dweem"!
No-one has ever called me anything sweeter...!
Little
Girl Shoes
I sat across the room tonight
And had a chat with God
He hugged me close and laughed with me
And asked me to come closer.
I
pulled my chair up next to His
And
told Him about YOU
She’s
turning 18 today, I said
I
can’t believe it – can You?
He
threw His head back and laughed with me
Yes,
He said, I DO!
I
have a plan for her you know
And
this is part of that…
But,
Lord, you see
It
was only yesterday
She
sat upon my knee
In
little girl shoes
And
little girl dresses
And
called me
Auntie
Dweem!
Why,
I remember holding her
When
she was only three
How
did this happen so swiftly,
How
did I not see?
I
carried on like that,
As
I so often do,
And
God our Father understood,
For,
He remembered too.
Together
we remembered,
The
baby that you were –
The
toddler, the little girl,
the
teeny bopper, too.
Running,
dancing, laughing,
So
precious to us all.
You
are a miracle of promise
That
God has loaned to us…
Today
we celebrate with you
The
woman you’ve become
and
Ask the Lord of Miracles
To
keep you from all harm.
Written
with love for you dear Meghan,
on the occasion of your 18th
birthday.
All
My Love,
Aunt
Maureen
