How small four is...
a footprint the span of my hand
How young four is...
believing in heroes that fly
How brave four is...
treatments that linger into the night
How trusting four is...
kneeling in the hospital chapel to pray
How tiny four is...
escorted to Heaven on angel's wings
How sad four is...
leaving sand castles yet to build
How short four is...
dates inscribed on a single stone
How lonely four is...
we left here to ponder
Forever.
my notes: I wrote the above in 2003, six years after Daniel died from cancer treatments. Now we are about to enter into twelve years since I last held his hand. Does it get easier? Sure, I think. But I still find tears in my eyes when I see his tiny jeans jacket hanging in the closet...
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2 comments:
Dear Alice, As you know, my son Ethan also died 12 years ago this month, though at four months old he was much younger than your son.
I will keep you in my heart this month specially.
Hugs, Brina
Thanks for your kind words. I will remember Ethan with you.
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