Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Author Unknown
Photo by Schryver Photography
What a beautiful poem, especially the last line. Although I don’t believe it is for eternity, only until we meet them again xx
Beautiful poem and close to my heart. It’s strange how life goes on and you can get on wih things sometimes whilst still in your head being stuck in limbo and heart break