The Disorder of Things
Birthdays, holidays, Mother’s Days hang heavy.
They feel cold and damp.
Reminders of days past.
Conversations with your oldest are hard.
“Mom, am I still a big brother?”
It’s ok to explain.
Baby showers are bittersweet.
You’re happy, and yet – that used to be you, celebrating
a budding belly.
It’s ok to grieve.
You love others entirely
in honor of the absent.
It’s ok to heal.
Know that you will see him again someday,
hold his little hand.
You will be together, and natural order
will return and forever remain.
It’s ok to believe.
Lorna Rose writes poetry and creative nonfiction. Her work has appeared in Red Fez, Tribe Magazine, and is forthcoming in Literary Mama. She is also a contributor to a local mom blog (wenatcheemomblog.com). She lives in Washington State. Find her on Facebook at facebook.com/bigthings2 and connect with her on twitter @LornaARose.
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January 23, 2017 at 10:25 pm
Absolutely beautiful in honesty, grief and hope. Thank you Lorna. (So good in fact, I’m risking receiving emails from a mom’s publication so I can write a comment.)
January 24, 2017 at 2:45 am
Thank you Steve! That means a lot!
January 24, 2017 at 1:41 am
Lorna, What a heartfelt piece. I have a story in this month’s issue about my miscarriage of twin girls. I love the thought that “The natural order will return…”
January 24, 2017 at 2:47 am
Thank you! I wanted to acknowledge those who have gone through child loss, and normally happy times can be very sad times. I will read your piece!