Monday, September 24, 2007

Sad News



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:

Beruriah said...

Lovely, Wabi. It's amazingly sad how deep and wide the reverberations of Meg's baby girl's death are traveling.

Lori said...

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.

meg said...

Thank you Wabi, I do feel the love and prayers that Lori write of. It is a comfort.