Skip to main content

Lay Your Head Upon My Heart

Lay your head on my heart my little one
Many are the plans I have for you
Many are the stories I hope to tell you
Many are the memories I hope to carry
Even as I carry you in my womb

Lay your head upon my heart my little one
I have seen you not
But I have imagined what you will look like
I have felt you turn like a storm
I have felt you kick like a goalie

Lay your head upon my heart my little one
Many are the songs we'll sing
Many are the rhymes we'll create
Many are the storms we'll bear
Even as we walk through life together

Lay your head upon my heart my little one
I dream of stars you'll shine brighter than
I dream of wounds we'll cry about
I dream of hugs we'll share
Even as we live this life together

Lay your head upon my heart my little one
Daddy's eyes and Mummy's smile
Daddy's laughter and Mummy's hug
Daddy's protection and Mummy charms
Oh, the possibilities...

Lay your head upon my broken heart my little one
Lay your head upon my sobbing heart my little one
My shattered heart strewn into a million little pieces
My hopes and dreams... My hopes and dreams...

Oh, the memories we could have made,
Oh, the songs we could have sung,
The games we could have played
The little pieces that should have come together
The masterpiece waiting to be painted

Lay your head upon my grief-stricken heart my little one
For I dreamed of the day we would meet
But I dreamed of a different way
Yet here you lie, lifeless yet still beautiful
Here you lie, the candle snuffed out too soon

Even now, as you lay your beautiful head upon my inconsolable heart
You are beautiful my little one
You are precious in my eyes my little one
You are still the gift I waited for my little one
But now you rest in the bosom of your heavenly Father

Where shall my head rest? Where shall my heart rest?
Where shall my tears rest? Where shall my dreams rest?
Where shall my hope and expectation rest?
Where shall I find rest?

I shall lay my head upon my Father's heart
I shall lay my grief-stricken heart in my Father's hand
I shall rest my head in my Father's bosom
My heart though inconsolable shall find rest in Him

I WILL LAY MY HEAD UPON MY FATHER'S HEART.

I wrote this poem especially for all the Mothers (and Fathers) who have been unborn. Today/ yesterday, we gave standing ovations to the Mothers that met and raised their babies.

But this year I say 'Happy Mother's Day' to the Mothers who never had the chance to raise their babies because they passed into the bosom of our Father. 

 Happy Mother's Day heroines!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Arrivalism- the concept

Not too many things in life crack me up as much as the arrivalist. The embodiment of the concept is immaturely grown up that it puzzles me; the paradox that is arrivalism. Maybe before we go too far, let’s try and define this thing. My use of the word arrivalism in this article describes the mentality or false feeling of accomplishment or reaching the top of the road in a particular field. A case in point would be the upcoming musician whose music starts to enjoy massive airplay across media platforms or the socialite who starts getting noticed by and featured in tabloids. That sudden sense of accomplishment (adrenaline rush kind of thing), that gets to the head of the individual feeling it- that right there is arrivalism. When what should be a possible pit stop in life’s journey becomes the final destination because of pride( or as we’d say in Uganda ‘posing’). It really is just extreme pride in an achievement that is probably not that big a deal and more often t
Post a Comment
Read more

TEENAGE PREGNANCY IN UGANDA

She got married at 15, had her first child at 16, then the other two at 18 and 19years of age respectively. So is the story of Nankya. Her marriage was arranged so that immediately she finished her primary school education she was married off. "When I was about to seat for PLE, a certain man came to my parents home in the village and I was asked to serve the visitor. Being my mother’s daughter I had been taught what to do and how to do it and mainly because I was the first girl I used to do a lot of housework. So, over the years I had perfected various skills. After the meal, my parents left me to talk to the man who then told me that he was going to marry me and make me his wife and the mother of his children. I was really happy because among my peers, I was the first to get married and that brought pride to my family." Nankya’s happiness however was short-lived as she became a slave to this man’s wants and desires and if she even as much as grumbled about
12 comments
Read more

Does Femininity = Weakness?

'You are a very strong woman,' she remarked 'So you can easily handle people who try and walk all over you.' 'Um... Okay.' I mumbled trying to internalize her angle of this thing. Mel had been dealing with a 'disgruntled' male colleague and in the middle of their discourse, she burst into tears. Now, for some people that may be a natural response to frustration and to others, it is just foreign. We ask ourselves questions like 'who cries in public' or go ahead and remember statements like 'never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing your tears' Recently, my workplace was doing interviews and we posed the generic question; what is your weakness? and it turned out tears were the weakness for a few of the interviewees. Can the strength of God be made perfect in out tears and frustration? I think this article by Mategyero will help answer that question. 1Peter 3:7 says; Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge
9 comments
Read more