But I find myself not being able to help but question you.
Imagine, I question the very thing that protected me. The irony!
I put my hand out and I reached out for you, I called for you.
You didn’t hold my hand back.
You came to me and lifted me, you picked me up.
You picked me up and you held me and whatever it was that you placed over me, I can still feel it to the core of me.
& here I am on this day, having these thoughts…
I say I want to know why, why I have to imagine what my baby would look like, why do I have to look to the heavens up in the sky to picture his beautiful eyes.
But then there’s that other side.
& never in my life have I felt a Love like this, protection how I did when I carried him, when I held him.
You saved me and you filled my whole heart with so much Love & Compassion.