Monday, 8 June 2015

#MicroblogMondays:When Sorrow Comes

When sorrow comes, my daughter

Let it wash over you;

It will break your heart

But will not knock you down.


Let your tears come

Don't stem the tide:


Ebb and flow


Ebb and flow.


For this is how it is:

Your father and I made a house for you

And how glad we are that

YOU came to inhabit it!


But you inherited tears as well as laughter -

What more can we do, than bear

All THIS with you?


And yet, and yet -


When joy floats by on butterfly wings,

And brushes against you,


Welcome her.


Allow your healing

Allow happiness a new place.


Know that a heart that is broken

Mends softer, and




  1. I so needed to read this today (actually, I needed it days ago, but I'll take it today). Your daughter is very lucky to have you as a mother.

  2. Agreed. Very lucky indeed. Xxx

  3. Beautiful! Something similar to what a wrote a while ago. Can feel the emotion