You must have clung
to a faith stronger
than the one I whistle when pleasing
because you buried two sons --
one 7 -- maybe blond and freckled
one 9 -- perhaps dark like his father
side by side
Will in '25 and Gerry three years later, in the winter of '28
Was it pneumonia? I wonder. Or just a bad flu ... one I'd stomp about cause the pharmacist dallied to fill the script
To realize your worst nightmare then wake to realize it again, little Mama
I hope the suffering made you cleave and thus saved you
I hope your tears were turned into dancing
I hope you know peace
2 comments:
Lovely. Just lovely. Today May 19 is the day my son John died he was one hour shy of a day and I have never forgotten him.
Absolutely loved oh boy oh boy oh boy cleaver Sarah!!
Love Charlotte
Oh Charlotte,
I'm so sorry about John; I know it's been such a long time but I bet it still pains you.
It's so good to know the babies that leave us early sit at the feet of Jesus.
I believe they pray for us and we'll see them again one day.
Much love, Sarah
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