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.