Poetry
The little Master
Amy and Luc - a few weeks old.
Towards death
Ignorant innocence
Bliss in childness
No knowledge of death
No knowledge of life
Just the new moment
Popping into existence
Fascination with creation
Happening now
Guiltless disdain for anything not interesting
Moving on with anticipation
Embracing the flow
Towards death
Bath Time
Sue and Luc
What a place
What a place to be…
Nothing to be say
Nothing to do
Nothing to hope for
Nothing to ease
Nothing to comfort
Nothing….
My Child is dying
What an empty despairing place to be
Drop my head and surrender.
Luc and us
Kirsten and Luc
My child is dying
Waves of sadness swell and break….
Tearing, engulfing, overwhelming.
Creeping joy is ripped by what will not be.
Now love is turned
To pain for a future nothing.
To stay now in the joy?
How – every new step is a step that cannot be finished?
To take the gift now and know it is gone tomorrow.
Beautiful boy, shining smile, so much love
Gone , for what, to what
My heart, my life is ripped with every child nuance.
Camping
Brand new
Granny and Luc at the hospitalDylan and Luc
Dylan and Luc
