There is an Empty Room

A friend of ours wrote this poem and I find it so fitting of how I feel each time I walk by our nursery...

There is an empty room

In which no child sleeps;

Just a rocking chair, a teddy bear,

The baby clothes they keep.

It is a quiet room

With everything in place;

But no happy sighs or lullaibes,

No child in their embrace.

There is an empty crib

In the corner, tucked away;

The gentle light of the moon shines bright

As they kneel by the crib to pray...

"Remove all bitter thoughts,

Your will is what we seek.

Dry our tears and calm our fears,

Lift us up, for we are weak."

There is an empty room

In which no child sleeps.

But they know the love of a Father above,

And His promises He keeps.

-Stephanie Garcia