Your poem beautifully captures the depth of emotion tied to unexpected grief, and I appreciate your vulnerability in sharing such a personal experience. Infertility can be an incredibly challenging journey, filled with hope, resilience, and heartache.
You’ve summed up some of the parts of the journey. Hope and heartache seem synonymous during infertility. Thank you so much for reading and taking time to reply 💚
Unexpected grief... such a good title. Grief does come unexpectedly, and in cycles, over and over. An image, a sound, a baby's legs... grief is part of putting balm on your soul. And you are so brave to share publicly something so private. 🤍🤍 Sending hugs, I hope they arrive fast!
It does indeed and it feels very much like cycles. You think you’ve slipped its crutches and have a day of elation for it to return. Thank you for your kind words. Sending big hugs back 💚💚💚
Correction on. Not charming, but karmic debt. The closeness of grief consumes and often ashes scattered from mountains heights to compass points unknown bring only relief that the spirit is free, but an image remains forever in the mind and heart until we can be together again. Think of loss as a stolen gift that is returned to you.
Me too 💕💕💕 I’m sorry for all the grief you’re going through right now, you’re very much in my heart and thoughts. I send big squishy hugs your way. You’re deserving of all you want. 💚💚💚
Beautiful. I look forward to receiving a new one each week. Thinking of reading that one i shared with you out on a podcast here as haven’t shared one in a very long while 🙃
Your poem beautifully captures the depth of emotion tied to unexpected grief, and I appreciate your vulnerability in sharing such a personal experience. Infertility can be an incredibly challenging journey, filled with hope, resilience, and heartache.
You’ve summed up some of the parts of the journey. Hope and heartache seem synonymous during infertility. Thank you so much for reading and taking time to reply 💚
Unexpected grief... such a good title. Grief does come unexpectedly, and in cycles, over and over. An image, a sound, a baby's legs... grief is part of putting balm on your soul. And you are so brave to share publicly something so private. 🤍🤍 Sending hugs, I hope they arrive fast!
It does indeed and it feels very much like cycles. You think you’ve slipped its crutches and have a day of elation for it to return. Thank you for your kind words. Sending big hugs back 💚💚💚
The gift of a child is their choice.
The loss of a child is burning charming debt
To return to be closer to God.
But inside the heart the vision what could have been endures all our lives until the family can be reunited.
Gosh this is so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you Richard for sharing 💚
Correction on. Not charming, but karmic debt. The closeness of grief consumes and often ashes scattered from mountains heights to compass points unknown bring only relief that the spirit is free, but an image remains forever in the mind and heart until we can be together again. Think of loss as a stolen gift that is returned to you.
Oh how I grieve those chubby little legs along with you, Sheila. This poem is a beautiful expression of your loss (and mine). ❤️
I’m sorry for your loss (and mine). Thank you for reading and taking the time to write, it feels nice to connect (albeit over sad things). Xx
I’m so happy we’ve connected!
Me too 💕💕💕 I’m sorry for all the grief you’re going through right now, you’re very much in my heart and thoughts. I send big squishy hugs your way. You’re deserving of all you want. 💚💚💚
Beautiful. I look forward to receiving a new one each week. Thinking of reading that one i shared with you out on a podcast here as haven’t shared one in a very long while 🙃
Realised it’s gone out today not tomorrow! So I’ll have to check my other schedule times, but there are 10 in total!
Oh yes please! I really like your poems 🤗
Karmic debt
Just seen this correction!