image by Paul Pastourmatzis on UnsplashI went to see a counselor.
She lost a child and understands.
Committed to a healing path,
I laid my heart out in her hands.
My heart reached out, but
but you weren’t there.
Undone, I nestled
in your chair
and felt your warmth
surround my soul.
For one sweet moment
I was whole.
What is your move
the day you realize
no matter what goes down,
worse things can smite you?
At best, you lose your innocence in layers.
Mom’s handwriting shows up on Santa’s card.
A tetherball turns traitorous and clocks you.
Your brother locks you out of your back yard.
My heart imploded yesterday
from a surprise attack,
its cause so seemingly benign
my mind keeps going back.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love lives on
in heart and mind.
Come home to me, my child; come home.
Dance on the words of a mother’s poem…
stepping-stars across the sky,
shining bright to draw you nigh,
spun from gossamer and love,
heart-notes sent to heaven above.
Christmas, I thought, would always be
the best of holidays for me…
a celebration of Christ’s birth,
when peace and glory came to earth.
This miracle, so long held dear,
blessed and remembered every year,
engenders in each tender heart
sweet reverence for His humble start.