The following poem was written by a teacher at my school who was gracious enough to let me share it here with you. She attended Madeline's funeral and reflects on all the sights and sounds of that moment in time. What is so beautiful about this sweet gift is that this was her first attempt at writing of any kind, but you would never know it by reading her eloquent words. It is something I will always deeply treasure, as it is a reminder to me the impact a tiny baby had on so many. Thank you so much Mrs. Mc for these beautiful words. I am honored that you were inspired to write them.
Twilight’s subtle hues –
above, horizons kiss.
A solitary portrait of mother and child –
held in an infinite moment –
capturing love’s embrace.
The inner circle’s bonds steadfast -
as hearts unite as one –
mother to daughter –
Heads bent in prayer –
as somber silence surrounds the cherub who slumbers.
Evenings voices chafing –
heaviness of hearts – barren, displaced.
Whispers of God’s presence rippled –
through boughs of sweet pine –
the symphony from his creatures –
both great and small, bring comfort to all.
While strength from the outermost –
buttressed, with encouragement and compassion.
Balloons float adrift from the hand of a brother –
setting soul and spirit towards –
By Jenny McMahan
Monstruosamente Solo ()
1 year ago