Life seems to go on, rushing its way past, seconds turning to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months ... and then something simple, something common brings back the tears and sends me into the darkness of loss. Today it was your statue sitting beside your rose, tonight it is the sound of frogs. I know that some people may not understand how the loss of a grandchild you have never met can affect a person so much, I don't understand it myself really, but here I am in bed thinking of you again. And so I came to write ... The Sound of Frogs
I hear them croaking in our garden
and I think of you
My heart is heavy, my soul feels torn in two
I hear the frogs tonight, croaking outside my window
and the tears fall
Tears for you, tears for your family, tears of loss and pain
I walk in my garden and I see the frog statue I bought
and I think of you
My heart is heavy, my soul feels torn in two
When will the teardrops stop?
Will one day I hear the frogs and not cry
Will one day I see your little statue and not sob
Will one day this all seem like a distant memory
As much as my heart aches
As much as my soul feels torn in two
I don't want to stop the pain
In case I forget you
My Little Frog Prince
Oh Kakka, the loss of a child is incomprehensible, and the pain of losing a grandchild must be utterly devastating. My heart aches for your pain xxx
ReplyDeleteI understand SO much Kakka. That pain being all you have to remind you of a life that began, and wanting it to ease but not ever wanting to let it go at the same time. It is why the loss of a baby is so inconceivably difficult, there are no 'remember the good times' memories for there was never a chance to create them.
ReplyDeleteBig hugs to you and your family, I wish I were closer so I could take you for a coffee and chats.