TWAS THE MONTH BEFORE CHRISTMAS
FOR BEREAVED PARENTS
Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing with the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
The dark was filled with sleepless nights.
As others were making their holiday plan,
My heart was breaking - I couldn’t understand.
You see, we lost Crystal, over 4 years ago.
Now pain is my companion, even in snow.
When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains in one mad dash.
The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flock of birds, just fluttering near.
With beauty and grace, they flew as in a dance,
I knew in a moment this was not by chance.
The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them, yet it still was a lift..
As I looked closer to get a better view,
I thought them beautiful, and felt that they knew,
I had wanted a hug from their fragile wings,
To help me get through what the holiday brings.
In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the birds had left in my heart.
That no matter what happens or what lies ahead,
Our children live on, they are not really dead.
Yes, the message of the birds still ring in my ear,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
"To all bereaved parents -- We love you tonight."
By: Celine Hartery Mother of Carlton
and Angel Crystal