As I run past the cozy houses full
of holiday cheer, with perfectly lit lawns and houses, peeking through the
windows and seeing signs of joy and laughter, I think of all the bereaved parents
who do not have the family they hoped for…
…Who are holding their children in
their hearts this holiday season instead of their arms
…Who are living a life of longing,
wonder, and what-ifs
…Who are faking a pretty smile at
the party and are just trying to get through this moment
…Whose hearts are melting and
sinking simultaneously when seeing a living child revel in the holiday magic
…Who will retreat back to their beds
and cry a million tears
…Whose hearts are broken not only
this holiday season but forever
…Who are wishing the holiday season
wouldn’t come, because it’s too painful a reminder of who is missing from their
life
As I run under the winter starry sky
this Christmas night, I hold all of the bereaved parents tightly in my heart. Wishing them peace, comfort, and
strength to just survive this day.
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