missing a dead child

Fingerprints of You

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death, Spiritual Poems

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missing a dead child

I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.

Perhaps some wisdom you have gained
will trickle from on high,
reminding me that, in my seeking,
you are always nigh.

I miss my mortal life with you,
the closeness that we shared.
The sight, the sound, the scent of you
were loved beyond compare.

And while I know the physical
is not the utmost part,
I look for fingerprints of you
to carry in my heart.

I find you all around me now;
and yet I must confess,
the day we meet again is when
I find my happiness.

My joy will not be full until
our two worlds coalesce.

∞§∞

For more about child loss, read
Reflections at Close of Day, for Todd.

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