Blessed Fierce Mystery,
Those of us who know
Know this:
Until you are an orphan
You are a child.
Whatever your age
Whatever their age when they died.
Those of us who remember
Remember this:
Nobody will ever love you
Like they loved you.
Even if they didn’t
They did.
Those of us who grieve
Grieve this:
We are alive because they lived
Mommies
Daddies
We weep and we give thanks.
Amen
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