Poem written the day after learning of my son's death

by Bernadina
(toronto, Canada)

Our baby loved butterflies.
I've been looking for my spiritual guide.
It took this very moment
to see through my baby's eyes.
All men are born philosophers
but few will accept the prize
Their lives are a commitment to elegance-
These little ones, these wise.

Loss is like a garden
of everything that will never be.
It moves through mind succinctly
to prick the heart with need.
But our baby loved butterflies
And butterflies it will be.

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Oct 25, 2010
by: Anonymous

Please, accept my love and sympathy. There is no loss like the loss of child.

Oct 22, 2010
Thanks again!
by: JOHN

From my perspective, you and Danu have teamed up to be a spiritual guide helping others. You're extremely insightful and help others in clarity. You put into words what we know is true but need to hear.
Again, thank you.

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