whether your child is four, fourteen, twenty four or more ...
comforting their pain never changes.
White knuckles entwined ...
as you beg 'breathe - slowly' ...
as the lumbar needle probes ...
as the clear fluid drips ...
as your heart breaks ...
pleading from your soul for the agony to stop ...
for your child to be well again.
The surge of pure love you felt that first moment you held your child ...
remains forever ... never changes!
2 Comments:
Such beautiful words - and so true.
My daughter lost a son at birth and he is still a part of our family! It is amazing how a child places a HOLE in our hearts that can only be filled by them!
Cherie, I posted a picture of my chair that I told you I had like yours!
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