My little “Sahara Rose”
From the beginning of your little life, it seems the odds were against you. Life is so unfair. You brought such joy the night you were born. An ice storm so horribly cold. I found you and kept you warm, watched as you took your first steps, your long legs tripping you, time and time again. I heard your first “whinny” and laughed because I was so happy your little whinny worked. I was so extremely happy and blessed. I stayed up all night in the stall to be with you. The miracle of birth, a new life I saw. You had a beautiful coat like velvet. The color of sand, I named you Sahara. I then added Rose….my little rose in the desert.
I could not wait to watch you gallop with your mommy. Then my world came crushing down….on the third day we lost you. Why I asked, this beautiful new miracle, so perfect, now gone….The Lord must have a plan. I pray your spirit has lush green rolling hills, the Lords hand leading you, beautiful moving streams and birds that sing. Little feet that can gallop, I pray you can “whinny” until your hearts content. May you feel the love of your mother, the love you never had a chance to feel, she looked for you days after, May your spirit live on.
When I see a rose, so perfect, One of God’s beautiful creations….I think of you, my Sahara Rose
God bless your little heart Sahara
| Sahara Rose |
| 3, Mar 2001 |
| Rebecca |