A Grandmother’s Grief

Mine.

Seven times I’ve heard
I’m bleeding or
I think I’m having a miscarriage or
The baby has no heart beat.

Each life its own story.

The suffering, now a familiar acquaintance
Doesn’t get easier
The agony of grief goes deep
For my daughters
And their husbands
For my grandchildren.

But God was with each one
His eyes watching
Each life’s beginning
And end.

Jesus has said,
“Let the children come to me”
And so they have gone
To be held in arms of love.

God’s.

This post is longer and different than usual. I hope it encourages you to pray through your grief. God is with you. God is love.