A beautiful blogger sharing her own poem prompted me to reblog this and for new followers who recently have been writing about missing the child they lost so long ago. With love ❤
Grow up?
Why?
Child self, essence
Closest to home is when
You are here with me
We are dancing
All the tragedy is yet to befall us
Our heart was awake
Even then
Now over years
We have been
Poring over the ashes of it all
The tears we shed
Turned into a river
We surf on golden sandles
Survivors both
Our sister may be gone
But she is not truly dead
Does anything we have loved
So deeply
Truly die?
I think not
So don’t grow up, baby
Stay young
And dance with me
In the falling dusk
Upon the funeral pyre
In this ocean of stars
Where we find love
That nothing outside us
Can diminish
Emerging From The Dark Night 
wow- so awesome!
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