When mourning becomes a time of transformation…
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| Watching Over Butterflies - Photo by Jessicakate Miles (I'm proud of Jackson, my great grandson, on launch day -JoMae) |
~ A Chrysalis For Transformation ~
Some tend to feel abandoned in those early days of loss
after the rush of parting, the heart felt farewell gathering
filled with condolence, caring, memories - even laughter
A few weeks on, when hours remain empty
life too quiet without familiar conversation
too still, with even phones forgetting how to ring
When lives have all gone back to normal - all but
the bereaved (for whom normal has now died) who
are lost between what was and what one day will be
Days where all is unfamiliar, life is upside down
and it seems nothing in our world will ever be
right side up again. Days we drown in silence
Until a small spark of kindness penetrates the gloom
a smile, a card - we notice people care - and realize our
dark chrysalis, while foreign, was our needed healing place
Until Our Time to Fly
JoMae
6/9/21
My granddaughter and her children love to shelter larva found on milk weed leaves, then wait patiently as the chrysalis forms and a butterfly emerges to fly away.
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| Watching Over Butterflies - Photo by Jessicakate Miles |
