They come in like birds
Fluttering, singing in chirps and whistles
Long tufts of feathery hair swirling
Swooping; their arms
Outstretched; fingers combing the air
They play like deer
Leaping graceful through small spaces
Slim stockinged legs coiling
Pushing; their feet
Pointed; toes tracing dances in space
They look like their mothers
Embryonic women green and promising
Unspoiled, open beauty glowing; voices
Calling to each other
In rose and gold and ringing bells
I watch their mothers
Watching them
I know the language too
But have no one to speak it with.
-composed while watching girls play this morning. Feeling melancholy.
This is one of those awkward moments when I want to say something sympathetic, but it seems anything I say will only be rubbing salt in the wound ... given my situation. So I will only say that I am praying for the God of all comfort to ease your heart.
ReplyDeleteI know one little girl who was awfully lucky (i.e. delightfully blessed)to have you for a big sister. And I consider myself equally blessed to have had the opportunity to raise two daughters... not because you were GIRLS, but because you were YOU.--Mom
ReplyDeleteThanks, Louise. I don't know why it hit me so hard at that particular moment. Yesterday was not easy (it could have something to do with hormone swings - yet another thing I will never share with my boys, lol) but I was able to cry it out last night and have better perspective today. It is an ongoing process - like any mourning period.
ReplyDeleteWish I was there to give you a hug. Amazing and unexpected things can happen, don't close the door on any of your dreams. I love you my most kindred of friends.
ReplyDeleteI know the system sucks, and its expensive, etc. etc... But someday you might adopt?
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