Iysha Kruyer

I got a call from my sister last night and was told that a family in my hometown had just had their two year old daughter drown in the pool at their home. I cannot imagine the sorrow that would come from losing a child that way, or any way for that matter. 

My sister has decided, along with the rest of the primary presidency to make soft fleece blankets for each of the other children in their family. She asked me to write a poem to go along with the blankets for these children. Sometimes I find that as I write my poetry I am writing the words but they come from somewhere else altogether. I hope that this family can find the things I ask them to within this poem.  I am so grateful for knowing what happens in this life is not the end. I know the powers that are used within our temples are real and do bind families together for all of eternity. How happy this makes me in my life. Please pray for this family tonight. And be grateful today for the loving arms of a Heavenly Father who IS very real!!

The softness of this blanket 

May not be quite the same

As the chubby little fingers 

On Iysha's tiny frame

But on the days you feel so sad

that you don't think you can make it

Wrap this round your shoulders 

And you'll find somehow you'll make it

When tears seem never ending

and a hankies not enough

cry into this sweet blanket

let your sorrow fill it up 

Some days you'll find your only hope

is the faith that you can feel

When prayer is your only answer 

fold it up and on it kneel

Let this blanket bring you love

the love that you know is very real

When Iysha cannot say it

Cuddle with it and just feel

Her loving arms around you 

Her spirit by your side

remember your sweet angel

will always be your guide