A bereaved mum writes to console fellow bereaved parents and to others to give an understanding to those who have suffered loss.
Friday, April 22, 2011
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The greatest tragedy
A white head buries a black head.
~Ancient Chinese Adage~
In the book of fairy tales,
Girl meets boy,
They fall in love,
They have children,
They live happily ever after.
In the book of melancholy,
The owl hoots,
The crow caws,
A loved child is taken,
A hole in the ground,
The heart bleeds.
In the book of Christianity,
There is comfort,
There is healing,
There is light.
This is my story in a nut shell.
Last night on Good Friday, my Church Mt Albert Baptist Church organised a pot luck Dinner and Movie night. We invited many ESOL students to celebrate with us. The advertisement in the local News Paper inadvertently published food provided. Some of us organising committee quickly made the decision to provide more food just in case people did come. We did have some coming because they read the ad and didn't bring any food. It was the quick thinking and reading of my friend Connie.
There was plenty of food, and it was an enjoyable dinner.
I read the above poem, translated by my ESOL student Annie Cui. Many came up and said it was a good poem. One asked where I got it from. I told them I wrote it.
This day was also the unofficially launching of my book. I gave my book to those who had supported me.
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This is a wonderful poem, Anne. And straight from the heart. I am so glad you had your faith to hang onto in such a horrible time. Children should never die before their parents. We don't know why this is, but will maybe find out one day. I hope you have a very blessed Easter, my friend.ReplyDelete
We have hope of the resurrection - that is such a blessing. I love your poem.ReplyDelete