ST92 ... Mothers whom have lost a child

It is our gift to feel this bright darkness shinning across our hearts and smile slight...

I see the pain in your eyes, the hole in your heart. Your child will not visit today. He has been taken away, he will not come around anymore. Death stole him, erased his delicate body from this rustic earth. I feel the emptiness in your smile. Your arms clutching the darkness of the day, your tender warmth waiting, in vain.

You try so hard to be still, to sit with love, to hold dignity beside you as you walk along this river of new, but the pain of loss smothers you. I know this feeling too, my child, my brother are gone. I know not where no matter how many dreams weave their intensity my way. 

Mothers Day Everyday - Carved in Stone

Today is mothers day here on this planet so beautiful and i feel this loss, this flood of tender tears, memories tangled in a web so full alive potent crying and soft.

We have this time to see, to be in this state for awhile. It is our gift to feel this bright darkness shinning across our hearts and smile, for life and death are one, somehow beyond our fragile understanding this universe stretches itself beyond our hearts, our souls, our love.

The mothers of mercy, fathers of light, children of love, growing in a world as change we can never truly understand.

With all the words falling all around, all the leaves blending into the living earth, clouds crossing across horizons, dreams and futures and memories stretching themselves beyond our understanding, i want just one last moment where i can release, relive, let go, die within you alive.

This day for mothers, for their undying care, their special love, their sense of creation, the spirit of their warmth wrapped within this miracle of life. Mother earth giver of all we could ever know, be, we praise you with this silent love and awakening tears.

My Mother Rose Trojan - Passed with Honours - two sons before her.

This writing was inspired by Diego (passed Apr. 15 2023) and his mother Arleta, Sierra Kachina and her mother Annette and many others close and far.

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