Its been awhile again, hasn't it? There is so much I want to share and so much I need to spill. Emotionally I am not ready to write about the loss, the pain, the heart wrenching grief of losing my grams. I will share soon, very soon.
Today I want to mark an anniversary of sorts. I am a member of a club I never wanted to be part of, and it has been almost 6 years of loss and longing. I thought I would share this poem I wrote a few months ago after a very vivid dream I had of a girl who I know was supposed to be ours. It was one of those dreams that was so real, that when I woke up I could not make sense of where I was.
She
I
close my eyes and drift away...
There
she is, waiting. Hands held out....for us.
Blonde
curls, wide eyes, freckles like her daddy.
We
walk along the sand, her, him, me.
She
is ours, we are hers.
Sun
glints, sandy feet, shells, laughter.
The
perfect day.
No,
don't wake.....not yet.
Please
keep me here, if only for a few moments.
Then
she is gone.
Longing,
waiting....
All
the tears, loss, blood, hoping.
She
may only be made of stardust and dreams...
But
she is ours, and we are hers.
Two very beautiful posts from women who are on their own journey of loss:
