November 30 2017, I began to make a photo album in memory of Amanda. I wrote down her names, her date of birth, death and funeral in my most beautiful handwriting. Then I pasted a photo of the imprint of her feet. And I wrote this poem underneath:
Although your feet never walked,
not even moved
when you came.
Still you crawled into our world,
moved us,
set us aflame.
You left an imprint,
a trace impossible to erase.
I can talk about it forever,
So deep is our joy and our missing.
Our joy, because you were welcome,
perfect and beautiful.
We spent many times thanking for you.
You were a gift.
And our missing, for we wanted to see you
grow up here
To watch you play along
and frolic with our other children.
Entrusting you to the earth God formed you from,
was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
But, however small you were,
your fragile existence was also
your powerful testimony.
You’ve proven the existence of a Creator.
So wonderfully beautiful your were made inside of me.
You’ve proven the existence of Love.
So deep is our pride and our grief since you died.
Although your feet never walked,
not even moved
when you came.
Still you left an imprint,
A trace
And my heart testifies of it.
first published in Dutch on November 30,2017
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