A poem to my daughter 2 weeks after her passing – by James

by Recover the gift

My Belsie

When dawn breaks every day

I think of you in heaven at play,

with god and our departed loved ones,

sitting on mom’s lap with cuddles far from done.

When I look up at the stars,

my heart burns bright fiery white scarred, remembering your smiling face, never now gone without a trace.

When slumber takes me every night

I pray now with all my might,

that your special mom will find the peace to create her life’s new lease.

When boysie calls your name,

I feel a strangling strain,

He’s too young to understand why,

Your daddy must sometimes cry.

I will honour your memory in time,

and make my purpose climb,

to help heal my heart,

and make your passing part of life’s art.

“Give your sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Simone Lowe Blanckenberg