Chrysalis of Grief

When mourning becomes a time of transformation…

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.  

Watching Over Butterflies - Photo by Jessicakate Miles