I was recently reunited with a poetry book I compiled for my final project in my Senior English class. It's a collection of some of my favorite poems along with a few I wrote. As I was flipping through it today, I came across this one. It brought me to tears. Even then, as a young woman in high school, the whole world at my fingertips, something inside of me connected with these beautiful words. My heart yearned to be a mother and to hold my own precious soul. There is not a day that passes I am not in awe of my sweet, little boy even when he is being mischievous.

A Precious Soul

A sleepy little smile As the morning sun shines through A joyous little laugh When I come into view A precious little face As I cradle you near A soft little cry Reminds me, you are here I cannot imagine What we did to find God's favor As we watch you grow Each moment to savor A precious little soul To guide through this life A precious little one To shield from pain and strife A tiny little hand To hold along the way Tiny little feet To teach to walk each day Debi Fields My precious soul pulling everything out of his diaper bag this afternoon: