Deep in the night the cry of a swallow
Under the stars she flew
Keen as a wail was her call to follow
Over the world to you.
Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight.
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.
-- Sara Teasdale
Grieving for Meg and her lost baby girl.
3 comments:
Lovely, Wabi. It's amazingly sad how deep and wide the reverberations of Meg's baby girl's death are traveling.
I have read your comments on other blogs and felt compelled to visit. This poem is lovely, and so sadly appropriate.
I really hope that somehow Meg can feel all of the love and prayers being sent her way.
Thank you Wabi, I do feel the love and prayers that Lori write of. It is a comfort.
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