In Memory of Rose
She was born with a broken heart.
Aged six, they mended her heart,
But emptied her mind.
Fourteen more years
Of every kind of care.
Today, her heart-broken parents
Release her back to the Earth
And weep for so many reasons.
Story-scribbling, free-dancing, skip-dipping, pond-gazing, bowl-licking, paint-splatting, land-marveling, book-gorging, stone-whittling, fire-starting, moon-bathing soul-singing warrior mama.
I am so sorry for these folks (your friends?) pain. I can't imagine the heartbreak.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to tell you that your kind wisdom of "Be gentle with yourself" has permeated my life and is becoming part of my spiritual evolution. I am finding myself drawn to soft colors, gentle foods and kind words. Thanks so much for being my friend. Namaste.
Namaste Claire
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely words to begin my Monday.
Rose was my second cousin.
Congratulations on your conscious evolution. I repeatedly need reminders to be gentle with myself and my life is so much more fluid and free when I heed that advice. Glad it's working for you too.
Asalaam alaikum