After attending the funeral service for Sweet Meg today I entered a quiet house since my son went to a friend's for the afternoon. Not intending to, I leafed through some old poetry I'd written in 1977 and happened upon a perfect poem to speak of my heart.
A gentle breeze
sweeps through the playground,
swaying the swings
back and forth...
back and forth...
leaving only a memory
of the children
who once played there.
This Sweet Meg is for you,
and all the other children whose life was too short for our liking,
or our understanding...
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I'm here catching up and just read the past several posts all in a row. So sad...
the poem you wrote is so very moving and thought provoking!
Thanks...
Very appropriate at this time and moment. Beautifully said.
I don't know what happened to this little girl but I have been part of a similar thing and it is always so sad to see a childs life cut short. Your poem is beautiful...May God bless all.
It is so hard to lose children. Blessings on you as you grieve for this child.
Yes, that was a good choice for expressing the loss your community has suffered.
Tomorrow there will be other children in those swings, but for that family, never again their own little Meg.
That's perfect...
That's a pretty poem Tracy. May God comfort you all in this time of grief.
You amaze me...yes! The poem, how talented you are! I often drive by empty playgrounds and think how sad and empty they are without children, they almost mock us, don't they? In your case, this has a much sadder meaning. Your day has been hard and your heart is heavy. It is hard to even think about something like this without becoming choked up, I can't even imagine the funeral service. Peace and blessings to you, my friend. And how about looking through your poetry again and posting more?
Very beautiful poem. So fitting.
I’m sorry to hear of your loss, Tracy. My thoughts go to you today.
So, you write? Lovely. Please share more. Hugs!
A big hug to you today and a prayer for your happiness. At an interview I was asked to name a point in my life when I didn't feel I had the full background to cope with a problem. I told of picking up crying students after word went out that a peer had committed suicide, and they just had dropped where they were standing. I did not know the child personally, but knew the grief and sorrow these children were going through as I heard each tell me what they were feeling.That night I also remembered the family and what they must have felt.
Your poem was lovely, Tracy. It even goes for all of us old folk that "used to be" on those swings so long ago.
XOXOXO
That's a beautiful poem for your day and for Meg.
Hi Tracy, I know that today was hard for you... It's so hard when a precious child dies... Like I said yesterday, I will keep you, the little girls' family, and the community in my prayers.
God Bless You, Tracy.
Hugs,
Betsy
Tracy, I'm getting caught up on your last 2 blog posts and want you to know how touched I am by them...This is heartbreaking to read, and your poem was perfect and equally touching...
So very sad, Tracy. I can't imagine the pain a parent feels when their child dies. The poem was lovely and very touching. Hugs to you and prayers for the girl's family.
That was perfect and could have been written with today's loss in mind.
I'm sure there is a good support group for the family.
Hi Tracy, I found you through Wanda's blog. What a beautiful poem and so poignantly sad. The death of a child is just so wrong in so many ways, but so not right for me to say that as God's plans are never wrong. My son was killed 7 months ago today and though not a child (he was 40) he was my baby child and will forever be missed. It seemed so wrong until I went to my knees and discovered it was only wrong to us who will forever miss him. It is all good and right for him. I know he recently met a new sweet little angel named Meg. Big hugs, Mollye
Hi, Tracy. nice to meet you. I'm so sorry for your loss. Your poem is lovely.
Beautiful poem, Tracy. :)
Thank you for sharing Tracy. Blessings.
What a beautiful poem to reflect on such a sad day! I've read your previous posts, and the newspaper links as well. Prayer to the family..
What a perfect poem.
Your poem brings to my mind little Brian...
Even though nearly 50 years has passed I still think of little Brian... He was 4 years old and used to play in the sandbox visible from my apartment. He walked away one day...on his own and drowned in Lake Washington.
Forever young little Brian and forever young Meg...and all the dear little souls we have loved and miss...and who are waiting for us on the other side...
And to Meg's dear parents...who have to get through the hear and now...
Many hugs and blessings and may friends such as you grace their lives.
So very, very sad.
When you have a chance, I have a little something for you at my place. One of the comments gave you a lovely shout-out as well.
Dear Tracy--I always make sure I have a little extra time to spend with you before visiting your thought-provoking and beautifully written blog. I am so saddened to hear of the loss of sweet Meg. The loss of a child is heart breaking. It seems that she was well loved and honored. Thank you for letting your blog friends share in her memory and send a healing prayer to you and all who treasured her.
Best,
Bonnie
Beautiful and insightful poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us.
Hugs,
Penny
Beautifully said and expressed. Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us.
Wow, what a beautiful poem, and how appropriate. I'm sorry to hear about Meg.
It's an aberration when a child dies. Your poem is quite apropo.
My heavens that was beautiful! I extend a huge (((HUG))) to you.
Peace and I'm thinking of you.
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
Thanks for stopping in and commenting the other day.
This is a lovely tribute to your sweet friend. There are many taken too soon from us and a child leaves us wondering.....
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