Saying goodby...

Falstaff · Oct 21, 2005, 08:51 AM

Early in the morning we walked to the rivers edge
and counted the leaves that fell into the water drifting by a quiet place.
I lowered the boy to the edge and he found a flower stiff
with frost and warmed it in his hand
and I admired the rosey cheeks on his face.
With great care he held it close to his mouth,
and blew a breath into the petals cradled between his fingers and palm.
we carried the vessel that contained a great soul,
and with great reverrence and calm
he whispered something tender
and secret to a cloudy sky above.
as snow clung to our faces and our coats
I was warmed by his love.
I couldnt hold back my own emotions
as the boy scattered what remained
of his mother and his own yesterdays
and he smiled and he didnt cry.
I struggled with my feelings for a moment,
but I know now, that somehow
a little man had learned to say goodby..

Fortune · Oct 24, 2005, 05:31 AM

Falstaff · Oct 24, 2005, 07:31 AM

thanx...
wanted to write a haiku about this, but I did not want to fail to mention the boys real connection with what was going on, and my own self, like watching a butterflie emerge from a chrysalis or a birds first moments on the wing, I saw something wonderful in the child's eyes, he had come to terms with a loss, and I was just beginning, and yet I learned something from that, and I still marvel at the resilience of children, I am glad the good lord holds them in his hands as long as he can, because I could offer little comfort, as I felt more of an obligation fulfilled, rather than part of a process of renewal and growth for a little boy. The world is very very hard on children, and I am just beginning to understand our own role in this, as adults, we are just caretakers for the next generation..

Fortune · Oct 26, 2005, 04:34 AM

Wow man, Its beautiful.. And i really mean it

Falstaff · Oct 26, 2005, 08:28 PM

thankyou