OH CHILD OF OURS

Oh child of ours

Begun so soon

to end.

So tiny, so small, yet

large as the ache in our souls.

Oh son of ours

Begun so soon

to end.

Never to become a boy

Never a man to be

An infant forever

just out of reach.

Oh baby of ours

Begun so soon

to end.

See our tears, our quiet pain and

know the love we ache to give you.

Oh child of ours

Ended so soon

to begin.

Our unfinished dream.

Others may not know or remember

but we shared the hope and joy

of your conception.

And you gave to us,

in your short time,

Goodness and Love.

Oh child of ours...

My sister Mieke wrote that poem for us when we lost our baby son, Peter William, on July 1, 1972.

Peter William would have been 38 years old today. But, for me, like the poem says, he is an "infant forever, just out of reach."

Peter William Bokma

"Safe in the arms of Jesus."