I went to the garden feeling sad
When the sun sets for the last time
And there is a line
An invisible
Breathless no going back
The memory has to go to the colours
The joys of sun on your loved ones face
When they walked and talked with you.
I left the garden with a handful of flowers
Friends of mine from many together moments
Getting to know them for my posts
They were not enough.
MY crying is for those who I love so dearly but won't see me.
I am
No quotes all written by me. My children live in London and I haven’t seen them for three years. Their choce not mine. It is beyond awful.
I thought I could escape pain in my garden and in flowers, but I haven’t.
I guess you know me a little better.
Sandy
Thank you for sharing more about yourself, reading your post gave me chills… A mother’s heart is full of pride at the outset of a child’s life, full of promise brimming. Not being able to share their life through their choice is very sad, not knowing if things will change raises heartbreaking prospects, I pray there are glimmerings of hope, I pray that He bring compassion in mending of hearts. 🙏💜
Thank you for such a kind reply. Yes, I pray God will be good to us .
🤗🤗💐
Prayers for deep healing of connections—life is too precious and short 💖🌸🩷
Thank you. Such a kind understanding thought. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
The flowers are beautiful, exquisite 💖🌸🩷
They are helpers in their beauty.
Truly they are 🌸💖🩷
Your flowers always bring a smile to my face, Sandy. I hope that today they will bring a smile to yours. Hugs to you, my friend.
Thank you. Sometimes, it all gets too much, especially when I write my happy memories
My dear friend🌺🌹🌸 God gives us the strength to endure such pain and we always have HOPE 🙏Sending you hugs and love
Thank you. ❣️
So sorry you’re struggling. I hope things get better. You write beautifully.