Child of Sadness
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
She came to me in silence,
Stepping from a shroud of light,
I saw her coming from a long distance away,
And stood as still as I could.
When she reached me
And looked at me with tear-filled eyes,
I offered her my hand and she took it,
And we sat in the field
For long summer hours as she wept without ceasing,
Dragonflies and bees and dandelion seeds
Floated around us like dreams.
We sat there in the field—
Her sobbing from a river of sadness,
Me bearing witness to her pain.
And this time, never once trying
To take away her suffering. This time,
Surrounded by the gentle hum of angel wings,
This time honoring who she was,
I listened, wide eyed, and heart open,
As she filled my soul with tears.
