Some days you wake up and cannot be prepared for
What will unfold….
I walked down the corridor to see a child, unwell
In hospital. Paediatric ward.
A virus betraying her tiny body – a baby’s developing brain:
endless seizures and pain
12 years shared with her family
There now by her side – her brothers in anguish
A father’s only daughter
A mother grieving for her little girl…
Her motherly hands grabbing at her daughters hair, her heaving body in foetal position, her heart breaking….
And I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there
I was not prepared to feel the weight of the world changing in that room
Those little 12-year-old hands
Soft, delicate and cold. I could not help but hold them
Nothing to say, only to feel…..
Death is an injury to the hearts of those left behind
The mother in me screamed “come back – don’t go”
But her mother cooed, like a mother to its baby-child
Her face pressed to her daughter’s cheek
“It’s alright now baby, you’re alright now. I am so proud of you”
And I saw in her mother
The Sacred Maternal Goddess – in her deepest grief offering love.
For her and her daughter now an angel, and the tragic grief
That changes people
Melanie Robinson ND BHSc. Mother. Feeler. Griever…..