KEEP IT SHORT AND SWEET

You ever just sit down and ask yourself if we got this life thing all mixed up. There are days we feel like we are on track achieving goals ,making money, working hard,staying out of trouble. And then there are days we think to ourselves is this all life is supposed to be.

I remember a story I was told about death . 

A man dies and goes up to find neither heaven nor hell. Just a place with souls walking around with no freedom. 

When he looked back down on earth he finally understood that he was given a chance to be free to be who he wanted to be,to explore ,to love ,to live and to learn and all he did was do what was expected like a slave of the system. He had wasted his one shot.

It resonated with me deeply so I thought I would share and ask you. What aspects of your current life do you feel you would regret of you where looking down on yourself and why aren't you doing anything to ensure you don't waste this one shot at life.. . . . . 

PERINATAL LOSS / LOSS OF A CHILD

 CHILD LOSS IS NOT A N EVENT IT IS AN INDESCRIBABLE JOURNEY OF SURVIVAL
see my post on it-is-ok-to-cry
 dealing-with-loss. 

You felt me before i knew you.

I loved you when i felt you.

You changed my life and gave me a new tittle.

Being your mother is truly a gift 

You became a part of me and will always be.

You comforted me when i was sad and moved to show your concern.

You danced when i laughed .

We shared this body and in you i learnt to love.

A love i cannot describe .

A feeling i cannot express

I dreamt of the day i would meet you.

I made plans for you .

Not knowing God had different plans for you. 

Our journey was cut short 

I had to let you go .

I carried you for every second of your life and i will carry you for the rest of mine.

Nobody will ever understand the feelings i have 

Nobody will understand our connection  but i feel you .

I love you 

I think about you 

Although it hurts  and most days i find myself crying .

At the sight of other children playing .

I know you are playing with the angels .

One day i will be able to play with you .

The looks of pity.

The silent whispers.

The false understanding those saying sorry seem to have.

Nobody truly knows what it is like 

and i pray that they never do,

So as the days go by and the pain fades away.

Watch over me and be my little angel as you have always been

I will always be your mum and i will always be a mom even when they say i am  not.

TSM