A Fifth Season is a place of pause to grieve the death of my first and only child. A season characterized by reflection on the big stuff and the little stuff that this mom encounters as I parent the memory of my child, and my child, in loving return, parents my heart.
Friday, December 18, 2009
She Holds My Fragile Heart
During a visit to the cemetery, I take a walk through the stones of the loved ones of others. And I see this statue. I didn't interpret it the way others might perhaps, that the angels hold the souls of our loved ones who leave their bodies for what is unknown to the living. I saw instead my child holding my heart with care.
I am so very tired.
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Awww...big, big hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteI know this is not your intention, but you have a way of taking my breath away.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine how intense it is to write this post rather than just read it.
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I wish you were holding her rather than her holding your heart, but since that cannot be, may she soothe your heart as she holds it gently. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful.
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I am glad your heart is held by one who loves you so.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet.
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What a beautiful angel and a tender heart. Sending much love to you. xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful image and what tender care there is on the face of that little angel. xo
ReplyDeleteLovely image
ReplyDeleteyour interpretation is so incredibly beautiful! that really puts a spin on things for me too, imagining my sweet matthew holding my heart...
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