Soundtrack: Music Box Dancer
A child who is, or feels, parentless, will have great inner turmoil in their adult life.
The human mind can grasp events such as natural death,
& eventual healing happens.
If it is due to physical or emotional separation, abandonment, rejection, or
neglect, the long-term consequences are devastating. The human mind finds it
very difficult accepting and coming to terms with knowing some one would
choose to do so deliberately & knowingly.
Please encourage anyone you know in that category to reconcile - to make
things right - while they still have the chance: they can’t be sure of being here
tomorrow to do it. They can’t speak from the grave, nor can they speak to
someone lying cold. It will make a huge difference to all involved: healing &
breaking the cycle.
Love your children (tell & show them regularly – and mean it). If you don’t know
how - it’s never too late to learn - do it while you all still breathe: guilt, regret,
anger & fear are terrible to live with after.
Only the wounded heal – only the separated reconcile
~Klaas+
The human mind can grasp events such as natural death,
& eventual healing happens.
If it is due to physical or emotional separation, abandonment, rejection, or
neglect, the long-term consequences are devastating. The human mind finds it
very difficult accepting and coming to terms with knowing some one would
choose to do so deliberately & knowingly.
Please encourage anyone you know in that category to reconcile - to make
things right - while they still have the chance: they can’t be sure of being here
tomorrow to do it. They can’t speak from the grave, nor can they speak to
someone lying cold. It will make a huge difference to all involved: healing &
breaking the cycle.
Love your children (tell & show them regularly – and mean it). If you don’t know
how - it’s never too late to learn - do it while you all still breathe: guilt, regret,
anger & fear are terrible to live with after.
Only the wounded heal – only the separated reconcile
~Klaas+
| Dawn Cove Abbey Garden - Blue Columbine - July 2007 |
THE BRACELET
Putting her hand in front of her face, the little girl of 5 looked at her shiny new bracelet given to her by her
Mama. Reaching up and touching it gently at first, then looping her finger from her other hand, through it,
pulled, twisted, and stretched it, checking to make sure it was strong enough. Yep, it was, she thought.
Peeking over her right shoulder at the big hospital bed next to her was another little girl of about the same
age. She watched her glancing shyly over at her new bracelet.
Their eyes met. "That's pretty" whispered the girl, pointing to the bracelet. She has the biggest brown eyes
and pretty brown skin thought the little girl with the bracelet, "thank you, my mama gave it to me to
remember her while I am here" she whispered back, as she held her arm up proudly to show her new friend,
being quiet so as not to wake any of the others on the ward.
The girl had noticed all of the other kids and babies when she arrived earlier in the day, walking through the
isles of beds and cribs that lined the pea green cinder block walls, clinging to her mothers hand tightly. She
asked her Mama why all the other children and babies were there, as they were walking the girl to what was
going to be her bed for a lot longer than either of them knew.
Kneeling next to her, to explain once again "honey, you and all of these children are very sick, and all of you
need to live here with the Doctors and Nurses for awhile, until you are better. Mama will come on Saturdays
to visit you, and you can wave to your brother and sisters from that window there."
She pointed to a big window with a Jolly Santa on it. "Look. Right there by Santa!" The little girl didn't want
to look at the Santa window, she started to cry again "Mama, please don't make me stay here, pleeeese"
sobbed the child, her eyes puffy and sore from crying. "Honey, we have talked about this a hundred times.
Now, when you get sad or lonely, what are you supposed to do?"
Wiping her nose with her sleeve followed by a big sniffle "touch my new bracelet you got for me" she
mumbled into her arm. "That's right" replied her mother. Standing, to lead her tiny daughter to her new bed,
located at the Children's Hospital, on the floor for those quarantined with Tuberculosis.
Holding back a well of emotions herself that were getting ready to spill at any minute, "get into bed sweetie,
its naptime and the other children are all sleeping," giving her a last tuck, "I have to leave you now." With a
kiss and a long hug, she whispered in her daughters ear, "I love you baby." Swiftly turned and left.
Returning her attention back to the girl next to her "ya wanna hold it?" She asked referring to the bracelet.
"UH-HUH" said the girl with the big brown eyes, nodding.
Reaching through the bed slats, both girls had to stretch as far as their arms could reach, shoulders and heads
jammed against the wooden slats of railings on their beds, two small hands meeting in the middle for the pass
off.
Lighting up her new friend’s face the minute her fingers touched the bracelet. Carefully, bringing the prize
back to her bed, through the slats, being ever so careful not to drop it, holding it to her face - inspecting
each and every sparkly diamond on it, the girl then rubbed it against her cheek.
Before handing it back to its owner she hugged the bracelet close to her chest, closed her eyes and sighed. "I
wish I had a Mama", she whispered.
~Lisa I
Putting her hand in front of her face, the little girl of 5 looked at her shiny new bracelet given to her by her
Mama. Reaching up and touching it gently at first, then looping her finger from her other hand, through it,
pulled, twisted, and stretched it, checking to make sure it was strong enough. Yep, it was, she thought.
Peeking over her right shoulder at the big hospital bed next to her was another little girl of about the same
age. She watched her glancing shyly over at her new bracelet.
Their eyes met. "That's pretty" whispered the girl, pointing to the bracelet. She has the biggest brown eyes
and pretty brown skin thought the little girl with the bracelet, "thank you, my mama gave it to me to
remember her while I am here" she whispered back, as she held her arm up proudly to show her new friend,
being quiet so as not to wake any of the others on the ward.
The girl had noticed all of the other kids and babies when she arrived earlier in the day, walking through the
isles of beds and cribs that lined the pea green cinder block walls, clinging to her mothers hand tightly. She
asked her Mama why all the other children and babies were there, as they were walking the girl to what was
going to be her bed for a lot longer than either of them knew.
Kneeling next to her, to explain once again "honey, you and all of these children are very sick, and all of you
need to live here with the Doctors and Nurses for awhile, until you are better. Mama will come on Saturdays
to visit you, and you can wave to your brother and sisters from that window there."
She pointed to a big window with a Jolly Santa on it. "Look. Right there by Santa!" The little girl didn't want
to look at the Santa window, she started to cry again "Mama, please don't make me stay here, pleeeese"
sobbed the child, her eyes puffy and sore from crying. "Honey, we have talked about this a hundred times.
Now, when you get sad or lonely, what are you supposed to do?"
Wiping her nose with her sleeve followed by a big sniffle "touch my new bracelet you got for me" she
mumbled into her arm. "That's right" replied her mother. Standing, to lead her tiny daughter to her new bed,
located at the Children's Hospital, on the floor for those quarantined with Tuberculosis.
Holding back a well of emotions herself that were getting ready to spill at any minute, "get into bed sweetie,
its naptime and the other children are all sleeping," giving her a last tuck, "I have to leave you now." With a
kiss and a long hug, she whispered in her daughters ear, "I love you baby." Swiftly turned and left.
Returning her attention back to the girl next to her "ya wanna hold it?" She asked referring to the bracelet.
"UH-HUH" said the girl with the big brown eyes, nodding.
Reaching through the bed slats, both girls had to stretch as far as their arms could reach, shoulders and heads
jammed against the wooden slats of railings on their beds, two small hands meeting in the middle for the pass
off.
Lighting up her new friend’s face the minute her fingers touched the bracelet. Carefully, bringing the prize
back to her bed, through the slats, being ever so careful not to drop it, holding it to her face - inspecting
each and every sparkly diamond on it, the girl then rubbed it against her cheek.
Before handing it back to its owner she hugged the bracelet close to her chest, closed her eyes and sighed. "I
wish I had a Mama", she whispered.
~Lisa I
It is not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving. ~Mother Teresa
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Article, haiku, humour and poem contributions are welcomed, and gratefully received
Layout & Design by DawnStar
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