A mother’s tears

I never understood
A mother’s tears
Until I had my own,
I never realised what a
Powerful sadness
Washes over your soul
When you feel that your
Child is lost
And wonder if there is
A place for her
And if you have the tools
To help her find it.
And now I see it more and more
The mom who unexpectedly
Starts crying at drop off
Because balancing a marriage
And family and self
Is overwhelming,
The mom who at a workshop
Starts tearing up
When she tells me her
Daughter is battling with anxiety,
The mom who finds out her son
Has ADHD and tells me
She feels so alone, with the tears
Hidden but exposed.
And I realise that a mother’s heart
Has the capacity to hold it all,
But every now and then
We can hold each other’s tears
And remind the other
We are not meant to
Journey alone.

Copyright Hiraeth 2018

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We never forgot

I hope the waves break in
Beautiful sets
Where you are,
That the seagulls rush
To tell you
You are missed,
That the sand between your toes
Remind you of the footprints
We shared
That the wind gently caresses
Your cheek
And the seashells
Whisper that you
Are not forgotten,
I did not forget
And in this our destiny is set:
One day we will meet
On a beach where the waves break
In beautiful sets,
Where the seagulls rush
To tell us
We are loved,
Where the sand between our toes
Evidence the footprints
We share,
Where the wind gently caresses
Our cheeks and
The seashells whisper
We never forgot.

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Let go

And one day
You wont remember my favourite
Song
Or the exact details, minute or
Otherwise where it all went
Wrong.
But one day, far from now,
Maybe
Sooner than you
Think
You will hear it, the words,
Melody, the chorus will tug
At your heart and make it
Sink.
And the memories will flood and
Flow
And you will breathe them in,
Exhale and let them
Go.
Inhale;
Exhale;
Let go.

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Sunshine kid

25 years ago
A mother lost her second son
And I lost a dear friend and
With it
The innocence of childhood,
Life became very real
And raw and the pain
Palpable,
It coursed through my veins,
Pumped through my broken
Heart.
He was sunshine to me,
He lit up a room with his smile,
He was beautiful
And I carry his memory
To this day
It weaves a thread through my
Life,
Through my purpose.
I hold my son a little tighter,
I try to breathe a little slower,
I know that every moment
Is fleeting,
That what is normal now
May very soon be forever lost.
So I send this out in memory
Of a sunshine kid
And in prayer for every heart,
Mother’s
Friend’s
Who still mourns
The light
That
Was
Lost.

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Those friends

I miss you most
On the lonely days,
The ones where the
Superficial nature
Of today’s friendships
Leave me longing
For soul friends,
Those that weave through
Time
And know you,
Those that weather the
Seasons
And gather years,
Like beads on the arms
Of an abacus.
A friend who knows
At the first sign of winter
You throw on your boots
And wrapped in a scarf
You become an eskimo,
Those ones.
A friend who knows
Your drama, witnessed it
And stood with
Open arms when you
Stood drenched in defeat,
Those ones.
A friend who you can call
And know that not a single
Tear will fall unaccounted,
Those ones.
A friend who, if you had to
Choose a sister in this life,
It would be her,
That friend,
You.

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Brave

And one day
You understand the thin line
Between love and hate
Only because you walk it,
Balancing atop your sanity,
You stand in court
And declare that that which
Was once love,
Delicious, beautiful, poetic, sunset,
Sea and music in water paint
Is now desecrated, painted
In shades of black,
More hues than you ever
Imagined, palette knifed on
Your naive canvass,
Bleeding at its seams.
And you stand on that beam
And pretend that you are brave
While inside
Your self cries out in pain
And once it is over,
A paper as proof
That you towed the line
You look at yourself,
At what remains
And you realise
You have become
Brave.

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Blossom

And one day
You remember every
Seed he planted
Every gift He gave,
And you become
Brave,
Brave enough to write
Without anyone reading,
And spill your
Heartache on a page,
Brave enough to
Be an artist
And paint the sunsets
Of your soul
And the seeds grow,
they blossom
and you become
as beautiful
as He intended.

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