I Carried You

I Carried You

I count the years
Since the last time I carried you.
It only seemed right

I held you one last time.
Since really, I carried you
Your entire life. 

I just never thought
The last time would be
In a wicker casket.

I'd hoped, one day,
You'd outgrow my arms,
And climb down.

And one day, later still,
Maybe I'd walk you
Down the aisle.

Instead, I carried you.
With love, strength, and sorrow,
In these arms you never outgrew

So you could have your
Moment of pride
At the altar.

Birth, death, and bride,
Combined to commemorate.
To say goodbye.

Remembering Holly Rose, 

on the seventh anniversary of her funeral, 19th January.

Still loved, just as much as the day you were born.