((((((((((Hugs)))))))))) for you today Sage.

Sage:  My grandmother stood over the grave of my mother and wondered why it should be so -- that a mother should survive her child.  There were no answers but time.  May time be kind.

Peace be with you in your time of need, Sage.

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Beautiful, Sage. 

If we are lucky we get to feel that feeling even once in our lives--that all-encompassing LOVE that a parent can feel for a child.  It's scary and heartbreaking sometimes when I hold my kids, and when I kiss their soft little cheeks and their silky hair, because I know I only get a few years with them.  Even if I get 30 years with them, it's not enough.  It scares me that I won't be able to be here for them forever, always ready and able to protect them.  I can't bear the thought of leaving them behind in case they need me, even when they're 70, because no one can take care of them the way I can.  But leaving them behind is still, however scary, what I hope for.  

Either way, we're still lucky that we got, in our lifetimes, the chance to grow to adulthood and experience motherhood.  It's the strongest and most powerful feeling we can experience, blinding in its radiance, glorious and heartbreaking at the same time, beautiful and sad and scary.  My heart gets broken every single day, and filled back up again every single day.

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

CAT

(And here's a clip of a Dad's love, who, when asked, helped his son achieve great things.  Joy and heartbreak are intertwined in this life.     http://www.youtube.com/watc...

I guess we are blessed that we can love so deeply but the pain from the loss is measured by the depth of that love.  Hopefully you will feel the love and the empathy from those that truly care about your pain Sage. 

Cat, a beautiful video, but the tears must fall each time I see these two. 

Sage I feel that you truly have the right emotional answer to one of life's most wrenching situations.  That is"Time does not heal all things" and that is the way it should be, but to carry on and remember that loved one because it is worth every tear and every smile.  Beautiful poem.

A post the other day ask for our phobias and I couldn't think of any until now.  I worry a little too much about my grown children and more for my three grand kids.  Unhealthy imagination sometimes for me anyway.

Another painful anniversary.  Cry, write, wail.  Whatever helps you get through it.  Love you Sage.

Thank you all~ I am pleased to see my words resonated with you all.

Every once in a while when I write, "something"( or someone) shows up who is wiser than I. That is what happened here. I woke,unable to sleep,started to cry and began this.... those last few lines appeared on the page.

Being a mother was a profound experience for me and even with all the pain, how much emptier would I be with out that ? How much emptier would we all be without love ?

Sage, your writing from a truly passionate core is amazing. I'll have you know that you made me cry again, but in the best way. I read your poem, then I scrolled down and read Catherine's comment, which was equally moving.

It's the strongest and most powerful feeling we can experience, blinding in its radiance, glorious and heartbreaking at the same time, beautiful and sad and scary.  My heart gets broken every single day, and filled back up again every single day. ~ Catherine Baker

Thank you, Catherine, for so eloquently depicting motherhood. I learned of a love not known when I had my kids.

Thank you vanity~ I am glad the tears would good ones...women understand that those tears are shared ones.

WOW...this is incredible, sage. Very eloquent and touching. Makes me think of my Jordan.

I agree, Sage.  Life before I had my kids seems like a dull gray.  It seemed rich and fun at the time, but it's almost like I can see in color now where I couldn't before.

Thanks, Vanity.  ((hugs to all my favorite moms.))

ghost~ Thank you! Hugs all around to everyone!