From my arms to HIS

From my arms...

straight to HIS arms...

forever.

If only I could catch a glimpse behind the veil...

to see my baby boy in Heaven's perfection and glory.

If he could tell me, "I'm fine, Mommy"...

would it be enough?

I wish every day that it could be...

that I could see Mark running and playing and praising God.

I will have to believe it to get me through the years...

no matter how many I must endure here.

Until I get to hold him in my arms once more.

I miss him.