my sweet sweet Andrea
there was a lesson
to be learned
by your loss
my little baby girl
who died in your isolette
as if it were a manger
and that is not to take for granted
who I have birthed into this world
your brother who came
a year later
upon whom I bestow
all of my devotion
breaking the cycle
of harm imposed
by abusive parents
generations of them
all that is required
of motherhood
you have taught me
is to love our offspring
shower them with care
be blessed in our sons and daughters
these are the gifts
scattered beneath tragedy
waiting to be found
when we accept what is
this gold filament of grief
Deborah Golden Alecson
September 16, 2014
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