No Longer an Illusion

Standing on the river bank.
Flowers in hand.
Representing my child.
Sadness fills my heart.
Tears flow down my cheeks.
An illusion of healing.

Alone in my grief.
Still hiding from the truth
of how much was taken .
Lost in shame and blame.
An illusion of grieving.

Now I truly grieve.
In honor of
myself and my child.
No longer an illusion.

Releasing the flowers
into the water
to float free to the ocean.
Releasing my child
to float free to the clouds.

Grief is freeing
my heart and soul.
Honoring an innocent soul lost
one late winter day.

I'll let you go
into bigger hands
to become something greater.
A guardian angel
....No longer an illusion

© 2005 Beverly Joyce Peckinpaugh

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