Tuesday, July 31, 2012

losing little snowdrop

a dear friend who just had a miscarriage...

The world may never notice 
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom, 
Or even pause to wonder 
If the petals fall too soon. 
But every life that ever forms, 
Or ever comes to be, 
Touches the world in some small way 
For all eternity. 
The little one we long for 
Was swiftly here and gone. 
But the love that was then planted 
Is a light that still shines on. 
And though our arms are empty, 
Our hearts know what to do. 
Every beating of our hearts 

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