Nothing Is Left Unseen

A poem

Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. - Isaiah 49:15-16

If you are feeling forgotten,
left behind,
looked over,
left unseen,
remember,
there are trees in the forest
that grow up
before the eyes of the Creator alone,
and there are birds that sing
their beauteous songs
for the ears of the One
who made them only.
None of her children
are left unseen
by She who birthed all things
from her womb.