Who are you
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I am reaching but you have drifted away. Time seems to stand still and while the world keeps turning for others mine has stopped entirely. Time no longer exists in this place.
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Dear Grieving Mama...
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I also need to tell you, as it’s ok to have these horrible moments and to struggle, it’s also ok to slowly start to pick up the pieces. Slowly put the pieces back one by one. Build a new version of you. One that will have this loving memory of your child. Yet, know what it means to weather the worst storm.
Read MoreTransformation
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i need the reminder that what once was
will become again
that what is hidden will be seen
that the soul i once held and carried
and will be mine in my arms again
Arriving
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The previous owners lost a child. The woman who lived here is a social worker and specializes in infant and child loss, which we only found out after we signed the sale contract and googled her name. I wonder if they lost a child, my husband and I said to each other then, and our suspicions were confirmed by the handyman who stopped by to remove a memorial stone from the back meadow. Eerie, that connection. The space readied for our exact sorrow.
Read MoreEverything and nothing
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I drive my husband to the train and wave at my neighbors as they deposit their kids on the bus. The neighbors smile and wave back, but their smiles are tinged with sadness. Instead of thinking, What a sweet young couple!, I’m sure they’re thinking, That poor, poor sweet young couple.
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