This bittersweet
dance began on
This day of love, that has now
turned into years.
A decade has come and
gone
enveloped in joy, and
intermingled with tears.
How can it be that we
have lived
and carried on with
life’s dance for a decade now?
When it seems like
just yesterday I held your
small frame; fragile yet
strong somehow.
And that was you my
dearest baby.
Sweet and gentle yet
mighty and brave.
And so the paradox of
your life became my saving grace.
For if you could be
both tender and strong,
I too would glean
from your dance.
You taught me how to
live in pain,
To take on a gentle,
yet resilient stance.
I promised to sing
your song,
To keep your dance
alive.
But in order to do
that, I had to learn
how to thrive, not
merely survive.
On days that my heart
was breaking,
So desperate to give
into the dark,
it was your dance in
me, igniting
God’s love to renew a
spark.
A spark to love, a
spark to hope,
A spark towards joy
in desolate places.
To mirror your light,
to show your strength,
to spread love to
lonely and dark spaces.
For dying along with
you was not an option,
And living without
you had to be.
And so I devoted my
life to reflect
your paradoxical dance
living on through me.
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