Recently our community was dealt a one 2 punch.
A double loss that took the balance and breath from many of us,
The sorrow was irrefutable. The pain undeniable.
With the Holiday upon us we mourned silently.
Celebrating was out of the question.
A heaviness hung over us,
the Spring storms reflected our troubled spirits.
But there are those you encounter in life who unwittingly walk you through difficult times.
Their goodness, integrity and even purity make it easier for us to…well… get on with it.
This is that story.
In a basement room a young woman’s smile
And her earnest husband’s sweetness,
lifted my heart.
They don’t even know me. Not really.
But I went with them,
As they birthed their child.
As much as this woman held on to me,
I held on to her.
And in that moment of birth I cannot say much but this.
The world revolved softly again,
colors came back into focus,
and I felt the earth solid and true
as it had always been.
It seemed fitting to leave the new family,
with the father watching over the nursing mother.
The sun was setting.
The sky grew dim, then dark.
Day folded silent into night as I walked home.
This is gmom,