As I dug the hole and removed the seed and roots from the year before, it brought an injustice to my soul. The pebbles of dirt rolled off one another, and teased my aching empty arms. Just a little further, lay my son. So close, yet so far away. (sigh)
On my knees, with dirt filled nails and palms, I took it all in...
the smell of the moist earth...
the hot sun beating on my neck and the back of my arms...
the insects traveling over weeds and blades of grass, and an ant racing over his stone...
I took this very special plant, buried it a few feet above my son, and whispered to him some very special words.
I left feeling accomplished. I'm just a mother, loving her child.
Tears trickled down my cheeks, As I drove away.
I love the beautiful red color that you chose to put at his grave.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and you are a wonderful Mommy <3
ReplyDeleteil me semble que cette fleure est un dalhia...
ReplyDeleteà l'arrivée de l'hiver si tu l'as rentre pour la protéger des gelées, elle refera l'année d'après... comment dire "elle ne meure jamais", (je pense que tu va adorer cette information et la symbolique).
J'aime beaucoup ce rouge passionné et intense
Pretty flowers:) Big Hugs!!!
ReplyDeleteI just read your last post and I decided I wanted to bury my daughters blanket with her, and put her bonnet on her, and I dont even know what the funeral home wrapped her in. I called and the lady told me to come, and when I got there they told me they had already sealed the casket. I just about lost it, and I think about it all the time. :(
Thinking of you ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteWith Hope,
Cheryl
What an especially lovely floral tribute to sweet Isaiah. xoxo
ReplyDeletelove you...
ReplyDeleteThat is such a beautiful gift for Isaiah. Hugs to you and thanks for your prayers/comments on my blog the past couple of weeks!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...(((hugs)))
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