You, child, first came to me
sledding on water
from the hill of my belly,
the water in your blood
drawn through me from
a well in the field.
So when snow came,
born of water,
I wondered if
you had flown home
to say hello.
Then the flurry of you
took shape and
your fresh powder skin
covered yesterday.
I retrieved your storeroom sled
and lay downhill,
occiput anterior,
racing the slick track until
at the bottom,
at rest,
I pressed my cheek against
your lovely heart,
as close to you
and as happy
as I could
possibly be.
©2019 Cheryl Bostrom, Sleds: What to do with Yesterday
“. . . I have you in my heart . . .” —Philippians 1:7
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From a mother who has lost a child, this is very precious.
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Oh, Karen. ❤️ Love you, my friend.
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Beautiful metaphor, Cheryl.
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Thanks so much, Iris.
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Lovely, Cheryl!
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Thank you, Janet. 💝 🙂
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What a powerful picture!
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Thanks, Laura. 💝
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