~The Sitting Time~
Don't listen to the foolish unbelievers
Who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses and
remember them,
the flower and the fragrance.
When you go home to do your sitting
in the corner by the clock
and sip your rosethorn tea
it will warm your face and fingers
and burn the bottom of your belly.
But as his gone-ness piles in white,
crystal drifts,
it will be the blossom of his moment
the warmth on your belly,
the tiny fingers unfolding,
the new face you've always known,
that has changed you.
Take his moment, and hold it
as every mother does.
He will always be your son
and when the sitting is done you'll find
bitter grief could never poison
the sweetness of his time.
From: The SIDS Survival Guide
The mention of Timothy's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you really are my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart,And sings to my soul......
~UNTITLED~
by Oscar Wilde
If a friend of mine gave a feast,
And did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit,
But if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me
To share it, I should feel it most bitterly.
If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me,
I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted,
So that I might share in what I was entitled to share.
If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should
Feel it as the most poignant humiliation, as the most
Terrible mode by which disgrace could be inflicted on me.
He who can look on the loveliness of the world and share
It's sorrow, and realize something of the wonder of both, is
In immediate contact with divine things, and has got as
Near to God's secret as anyone can get.
(How To Be A Friend To A SIDS Survivor)
