Photo: Yael Yehuda
There stands the empty crib
The room that will not hear
The sounds of cries or coos or laughter.
There are the walls,
Fresh paint
Fresh pain
For the awaited,
For a broken chapter.
A heart
Missing
Breast and breath
For an eternity of loss,
Till the hereafter.
Note: Dedicated with love to all empty-armed mothers (in all their manifestations and realities and outward presentations), on this Mother’s Day.
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Beautiful. After we lost Austin, I would sit in his room, feeling so bereft. It took me a month to wash his little pile of clothes. I had no idea Mick would go in there daily, grab it all up to his face and breathe in his scent. He near about killed me when I did …
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I’m so sorry. And I send hugs. Because time does not heal all, even if it allows a breath from perspective. I’m sending extra hugs to the you you were at the time, and to Mick.
May sorrow be held.
The least we can do, I think, as a society, is talk about it and not turn our gaze (and conversation) away from these realities, especially on days like today, where for so many it is an and/and multi-layered day.
XOXO
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Don’t be. Life throws all sorts of things at us and we deal as we deal and we grow and we learn to appreciate all the things little and big.
If one believes that stuff, Mick and Austin are together.
I’ll never forget, though. I was pregnant for him for the first Mother’s Day (so not “eligible” and he was gone before the next one. It was a surreal time.
And now, I sit here typing to you and smell the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen as my sons make me brunch 🙂
Life is good.
xoxo
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🙂 Life IS good, as it is a collection of and/and realities. And, yes, I believe that loved souls find another in the after, and that Mick and Austin are together, perhaps adding a special spice to the Momma Day brunch …
We don’t forget, do we? And that is part of the tapestry of life that we do not–the good and the not so good, the lovely and the decidedly not-lovely, the hope and the hardship and the rising above and the moving forward–it makes it into who we are. For good or bad. And in your case, I KNOW, for good.
Enjoy BBTB (Brunch By The Boys) as my friend with triplet sons calls her Momma Day tradition … (when they were younger she’d have some back-up waffles in the freezer, just in case, given how … um … relatively inedible some ‘creations’ ended up being … ) 😉
XO
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Yes, yes, and yes.
Thank you, Na’ama. I shall enjoy a delicious brunch, then off to work…
xoxo
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It is pouring rain here … so I hope it is a little less wash-out-y where you are!!!
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It’s bright without being sunny… clouds are not nasty black nor fluffy white. They are present without completely blocking the light 😉
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Sounds perfectly pretty!
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Not bad… can’t complain!
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Not Mothers Day in UK, but I feel what you’re saying
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Thank you. I think that even in places where it is not an official Mothers Day, the reality of motherhood and empty-armed mothers is still all around us, and often unspoken or tiptoed around. May all hearts feel held.
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Indeed ….
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I think your comment content didn’t come through … but I’m glad you’re here, anyway!
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great words, that many of us will understand and appreciate
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Thank you, Debbie.
Yes, I think all too many understand … directly or indirectly.
Thanks again, for this comment.
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