My little one, if I forgot your face –
If your chubby cheeks faded from my view –
If death snatched your sweet brown eyes – erased
From time and from beneath the sky’s blue hue,
What would I do? How would I cope with that?
I’m scared that all I’d have to hold you near
In memory would be your epitaph
Inscribed across my broken heart with tears.
But then…the starflowers would appear,
And I would hear your giggle echoing
Around me as you plucked one and held it near
Your face, smiling at its star-like twinkling.
And then I’d remember; eternity
Will cradle you in star-strung memory.
Christina Brown is an artist who loves Beauty and the multifaceted ways in which it manifests itself in our lives. Though primarily a writer, it is her dream to pick up her painters brush again someday and attempt to partially capture, through life’s fleeting snapshots, the sublimity and goodness of our God. Christina lives at the foothills of the Rocky mountains in Colorado with her two beautiful children and gracious husband, and will not be found at any time of day without something delicious to drink. Her favorites include cappuccinos, iced tea, sparkling water, and her husband’s lovingly crafted cocktails.