Without my child! I felt my heart grow cold as I surveyed the path ahead - the rest of my life. The terrain was just as treacherous as the past twelve months! I guess I expected it to be sun-lit fields of flowers from then-on, after all, everyone said "just get through that first year"! I didn't know that I had to do this forever!
I sat on that peak for quite sometime. I yelled at God for awhile, as I was fairly close to Heaven at that point. I hugged all my son's treasures that I carried with me, his precious memory warmed my cold, cold heart, and I searched for any other movement in the valley below. In the distance, I could see other peaks along my path, some maybe as tall as where I sat. I also began to see tiny clearings where the sun was shining. As my tears slowed, I became aware of other paths winding through the landscape - hundreds of them - each belonging to a different parent. I carefully packed my treasures in my heart, neatly so that none would break, and started running down the hill, headlong into the second year of forever.
Seasons
Springtime, Summer, Fall and Winter
each new beginning means an ending
The
cold, death of winter is over
and new life springs up from the ground.
Her
life was stopped before it had it's chance
to blossom
in the
summer.