Before this moment I could only guess
And hope and yearn but wonder at
This great event I feared
Would not be mine...
Now...I know the fullness of a Motherís heart..
This joy that cannot ever be expressed!
This feeling that puts all else to shame
And never could be anything but blest...
Now I know how hours fly away
While I - enchanted by your sleeping ways -
Just sit and gaze upon your tiny face
And try to fantasize whoís in your gaze.
Now I know how great the Artistís wondrous fine design
Can be when entwined with likenesses of mine...
Those traces reaching for my family tree...
And God...traces too...of me.
Now I know, dear mother - there from Heavenís shore...
Can you see this budding rose adored
By every single pair of eyes that see?
This infant soul to guide and lead toward thee...
And from the shores of Heaven can you watch?
Dear mother, can you see?
What blessing God bestowed and blest abundantly
Through little Kiley June...
Joan Clifton Costner