A Sacred Maternal Goddess

grief

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.

Reverence

For her and her daughter now an angel, and the tragic grief

That changes people

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

 

Melanie Robinson ND BHSc. Mother. Feeler. Griever…..

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