Scribblings of a Dreamer: September 2012

For parents who have had to bury a child

The moment the words met her ears

The mother fell to her knees without a say.

Something so heavy crashed upon her;

The weight of a sorrow that neither tears

Nor time shall ever carry away.

The loss of a young child

Is something none can fathom nor explain.

No mother should have to lay to rest

Her child; it is something that makes one wild

With unrelenting sorrow and pain.

How does one endure such loss, since

It has left one desolate, shocked, in the hole

Of despair, with no light to guide you home?

How does life continue when the absence

Of a loved one pierces the very soul?

Loss such as this causes the mother’s tear drops

To fall silently in her shattered world, where

She sees her child all around her.

Haunting her in sights, smells and shops

Are glimpses of a beloved childish pose and well-known eyes and hair.

Flitting about her is a precious record

Of a loved one who has passed on into

A better life, where she cannot now follow,

But instead must move onward,

Trying to see beauty in a horrific view

Amidst the harrowing pain and

Never-ending sorrow, is a comforting Presence,

Who is there to help her persevere.

He holds her in the loving palm of His hand,

And catches each tear drop that falls into the surrounding silence.

Scribblings of a Dreamer