A brilliant rose offers its sweet nectar to nourish a butterfly’s recent transformation. The dewy morning embraces them both, bolstering the rose and easing the adjustment for the butterfly from darkened cocoon to the light of day. What simplistic beauty there is in this intricate example of life supporting life.
Dew drops fall Rose buds drink Petals blossom A butterfly grows
Each accepts their role Without questioning No drama They just do What they were designed To do
I wish Is a dangerous place to play When we’re young It offers exciting mistakes We could make In various ways As we grow older I wish Continues to invite us to play As it reminds us of Mistakes we made And then adds a devilish twist Torturing us with The added question What if
When the waves of grief Threaten to drown me I remind myself Of the things you enjoyed And then imagine You are doing them now To your hearts content I see your smiling face Those big brown eyes I hear your laugh I feel your hug Lifting me up Out of my sadness
E.A. Fussell 05.11.2024
Mother’s Day, other holidays, their day of birth, their day of death are all extra difficult days for women like me across the world who have had to face the death of a child of any age for any reason. My heart goes out to each of you. I comprehend your never-ending grief and what it takes not to let it consume you.
Lord, bless the mother’s who have had to face the death of a child. Forgive us for questioning You. Help us to realize Your ways are not our ways. Help us to know, even though we do not understand, that it was for the best in Your Kingdom’s master plan. Grant us Divine mercy when we get angry with You. Cover each of us with Divine grace as we daily navigate the memories, sometimes beautiful, sometimes painful that present themselves to us. We never know when they will appear. Give our remaining loved ones patience with us through the years and help them to allow us to continue to express ourselves and deal with our grief individually in our own way for the rest of our lives, and not try and force us into societies current acceptable grieving process whatever that process might be. Years pass but the pain does not. Help us deal with the pain in a constructive way that does not debilitate our Spirit or hurt someone else’s. Ultimately we know You hold our child with more love than we could ever understand. Amen
E. A. Fussell 