tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post9103326292776509276..comments2023-05-25T04:40:15.680-07:00Comments on Dreaming of Amelia: Kids do grow up fast...Amelia's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812660321909313305noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-87269159054667857452011-08-24T19:11:28.352-07:002011-08-24T19:11:28.352-07:00For Sofia...
For a brief time, I knew you
As my...For Sofia... <br /><br />For a brief time, I knew you <br />As my hopes, my dreams<br />My wishes for you in the awaiting world<br />Love like no other, unbounded by joy<br />Sweetness of scent, softness of skin<br />Mewling cries<br />For a brief time, I knew you<br />Love like no other, hopeful days ahead<br />Dreams of who you would resemble<br />What you would call me and how I would call you<br />I cry for all that would have been and how to fill that empty space, <br />That whole place<br />For a brief time, I knew you<br />Love like no other, for eternity, I know you<br />In my heart you live brightly, I hold you in my dreams<br />I see you in my mind’s eye<br />For a brief time, I knew you… forever I will love youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-42966935909219235582011-08-24T18:15:15.230-07:002011-08-24T18:15:15.230-07:00It's not a consolation for the loss of any lov...It's not a consolation for the loss of any loved one, but I believe and know that she is in heaven. CS Lewis said that we are souls with bodies, not bodies with souls. Her body is on early still, but her soul is in heaven.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-9359535254250876982011-08-24T13:15:45.395-07:002011-08-24T13:15:45.395-07:00Dearest Alena, Grief knows no months, days, years ...Dearest Alena, Grief knows no months, days, years or moments.It just is...immeasurable, indescribable, incalculable, undesirable, but certainly not incurable. Life moves on, as it must...it brings us to happy moments, sad moments and sometimes on days like today, nowhere to turn that makes sense. I think that there is no one thing one does to cure ailing of grief...only time softens grief's hard edges... oceans of time and space that become the tapestry of one's life give us the distance to look back with no regrets.<br /><br />You are such a gifted writer. This is the activity that will occupy you, satifsy the creeping, guttural screams that are muffled by the realization that today is today... Write...it's cathartic...the words will occupy your mind and heart...write about Amelia...write about the sun...write about the connections you've made...write about the injustices that surround you...write...write...write... Robin x0Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com