Sweet Dreams Baby Beth
Oh, sweet Baby Beth,
The news that you were on the way
Lit up our hearts with joy.
Give us a healthy baby we prayed.
One day late in December,
You came bursting into our lives
But your skin was tinted blue
And you struggled to survive.
A month after you
Graced us with your presence,
You slipped away into God’s waiting arms
Leaving nothing behind
But empty space in our hearts.
Oh, tiny Baby Beth,
You missed life’s simple joys -
No pretty pink dresses to wear.
No footprints through the garden
Or hand prints on the wall.
Oh, precious baby beth,
You did not get to play the game of life -
No ABC’s to Learn,
No jobs or wages,
No clothes or shoes or houses to buy.
Oh, innocent Baby Beth,
You never experienced the excitement of
Presents on Christmas morning,
Flowers from your Beau,
Or Your Wedding Day -
Not even a little girl of your own.
Oh, adorable baby Beth
You missed out on the seemingly mundane -
The changing of the seasons,
holidays with family,
And growing old.
Sweet dreams precious baby Beth
Thank you for blessing our home.
Written in honor of
Beth Arlene McCracken
(December 30, 1920 - January 30, 1921)
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