In Loving Memory
Bel Air, MD
My Seasons With Sarah
A time of birth and all things new.
I had my baby, I named her Sarah.
She gave me a new role: Mother.
Ah, those early years - exploring, growing, learning.
Aways something new, as everything is to a child.
The fresh promise of Spring.
The carefree days of sun and warmth.
Sarah and I settled into our relationship.
The mother-daughter bond grew and matured.
She was my everything, as I was hers.
We basked in the sunshine of our love.
Our Summer together seemed endless.
A time of change and a hint of what was to come.
When did our autumn change?
Fall leaves of spectacular colors,
A beauty that hides the fact that those leaves are dying.
In the Autumn of our time you too began to die.
I just couldn't see past the colors.
Endless cold and dreary days.
Bare trees, brown lawns, harsh winds.
No flowers to brighten the world.
That everything seems dead, is somehow fitting.
Sarah died and part of me died with her.
Now I am a captive of Winter; cold and childless.
I wrote this for Sarah, 28 Jan 2006
Sarah, I wish you would meet my son, died also. You were both beautiful people, Hope you meet on the other side. Good Luck to you no matter what!
Darling, I miss you now as always. My heart aches to hug and touch you. I love you.
Gone from earth too soon, loved and cherished always.
My love for you never dims. I miss you!
As always - Loving and Missing you.
Thank you for the beautiful butterfly visit.