I am in search of a soft day
where I land easy
where the morning is warm
that my heart fills with light
where promise comes in a whisper of hope
I wake to the day and look for it
among the scattered sorrow
the memories I fear will fade
the longing holds my hand
the empty space is silent
But when you speak to me
about my loved one – now gone
I feel a spark, a warming from within
Not found among the dust or
stored possessions.
I see his face and hear his voice
I remember his reactions and actions
and they echo within me
till I ring like a bell
nudged by the wind of hope-a sweet breath
He was and is and will forever be mine
and I forever his
For this is the truth of life if we choose to love
that in it and by it, we are willingly inextricably bound
interlaced , intwined by love
ofmenandmountains 
Beautiful.
thanks.
Very beautifully written, thank you for sharing this.
So beautiful. It touched my heart very deeply. No matter how long we have lived since our child died, our lives are always “intertwined by love.” Thank you for sharing this poem straight from your heart.
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Thank you for such meaningful, beautiful words. You’re right, when others find the strength or bravery needed to talk to us about our dead child, something lights up within, a kind of spark that more often than not comes out in tears.