The Bassient

A poem from my sister, written for Christina.

The Bassinet
By Debbie Cosentino

I entered the room anxious and nervous for myself, and my friends.

But what surprised me the most, was the bassinet.

There it sat, empty and waiting for the arrival of Christina Ann. I knew the bassinet was to hold the hopes and dreams for the future. Instead, the bassinet was but a brief holding spot, for an angel on her way to heaven. A stopping point, along her all but too brief journey.

The bassinet sits empty again. Our hearts feel empty, missing all we hoped for, all the dreams we dreamed. Who would have known how important that bassinet was? We do.

In memory of Christina Ann, and in honor of her remarkable parents.