Dusk and a missing child. Searches empty, Mother’s intuitions fasten. Days of seeking, mother’s maw remains stitched. Celebration of the day on this soil is approaching. Third year of a young innocent life. Florida scorcher did not dishearten the quest. Behind iron gates, a mother still sits with fastened lips. Impassive sentiments show signs of…
If you or anyone you know have experienced the loss of a child, you know there is nothing more devastating.Some wounds heals over time and others never do. I believe losing a child is one of those wounds that never heals.They just stay below the surface until something re-energizes them.The loss of a child is the loss of innocent, it is the death of the most vulnerable. As parents, all we want to do is take care and provide for our kids. We want our kids to out live us.
This poem was written for a friend who experienced the death of a child. The most challenging thing for a parent, is to bury a child. If you have loss a child, I hope this poem touch you in a positive way.
Time To Say Goodbye