Mommy's little girl

It's been a few days but it all seems unreal. You are holding on to the thought that everything will be OK still. She has barely started to talk and the doctors say she might not last. How could it be her is the only question for God you have to ask. You watch her sleep imagining her not being there tomorrow. But that's your little girl and there is no way you can let her go. Your momma said pray about it and put in God's hands. But how can you come to grips with something you can't understand. When your daughter looks at you she can tell something is wrong. So you looking for a strength within you because you know you have to be strong. You hold her more today than you did before all the while your heart is breaking. As she lies in your arms your tears make an appearance again. It can't be the end of her days so you hold on to hope because the Lord is on your side. And if anyone can make it right it's the one in which your faith should reside. It's hard to hold on to hope when it's not concrete. You need something you can see like the troubled waters you are beneath. You are trying to breathe but your breathing is getting shallow. It's hard to hold on to hope when doctors say it's no hope. Even though you are spiritual it's hard to go against something when it's physical. But for the sake of her and your sanity you believe in the thought of a miracle.