no different the ache
of eternity passing –
stolen the name we gave
to a dream
warmed to our heart
as one with our beating –
knew as we knew
of the waiting to be
stirs still in spirit
the place of becoming
strains as a breath on the night
drinks from the cup
we pass with our kisses
shines to the heavens
as a moment
of light
Author’s Note ~ Written for a friend and his wife, who were expecting
their first child in October. Instead, they now strain to fill the silence
left by words unspoken – grief that cannot be mentioned by name.
tornadoday 
very special poem, written with such warmth and love, a very great gift!
Thanks, Linda. This was difficult to write (and yet in other ways, not so much). My friend and his wife had talked for a couple of years about trying to have a child. Three weeks ago, he told me that she was pregnant, but they hadn’t told anyone because they were not yet past that magical line in the sand. I felt honored that of all the people he works with, he had chosen to share with me. I waited – anxious for that date to come and go – and was heart-broken when he came to see me on Thursday with the news. Although I know there is a grander plan than what we can see, I also know that knowing that doesn’t make the ache any less draining. Thanks so much! You’re an angel~ Bobbie
A poignant and beautiful way of describing a short-lived life — “a moment of light”.
Thank you, Dee……. Regardless the fleeting light, it burns (I believe) always……….