[Wrote this about a year ago after the tragedy in Sandy Hook Elementary… went back to my journal to read over and decided to publish it as a tribute to the community of Newtown, CT. My thoughts and heartfelt prayers go out to all the families]
My baby…
Some days are filled with so much pain its unbearable… I miss your smiles, your hugs, your laughter, but also miss your whining, your cries, your clutter…
I still turn around to see if you’re at my heels… You were taken away so suddenly, but I know you’re in a better place.
No crying, no pain, no struggles babe.
Although it’s difficult, I rejoice because you’re in much better hands. A hand so big it holds both yours and mine at the same time.
It’s Christmastime, and thoughts of your absence overwhelm; but I know you’re celebrating with the angels over the birth of our savoir, so I’ll celebrate too..
And thus, my heart soars even through the pain, my eyes smile through the tears, my fists unclench despite the rage, because I know you’re well taken care of.
I’ll give anything to see you again for one more smile, one more hug, one burst of laughter… but I take joy in knowing I will see you again.
Merry Christmas, Baby.
