Bigger than big

...this poem was written just before Eden's call for a new heart:

I recently met this little girl,
Still yet a baby, in fact, was she.
Tiny enough for her two years of age
Yet bigger than big can be.

She seemed to be somewhat shy at first.
She wouldn’t look me in the eye.
My instinct was to gently hug her
But I dared not to make her cry.

For this baby girl is named Eden.
Just a bundle of pure delight.
With a name that perfectly suits her.
She unconsciously disguises her plight.

As she ran two and fro to her parents.
Their love for her, illuminating their eyes.
She was spunky and goofy and full of giggles,
Like a golden child who never cries.

Yet underneath her normalcy
In a place beneath her tiny chest
Is a weakened heart that cries for help,
And a new heart is the top request.

The request is so very delicate
And frightening all the same
For without this heart for Eden
Her familiar world will not remain.

Alletta Callaway