"Twas The Night Before Christmas For Bereaved Parents"
Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded
the days,
That I knew I was facing-the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by
night.
As others were making the holiday plans,
My heart was breaking-I couldn't understand.
I
had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holidays had in store.
When
out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around.
Away
to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The
sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light
of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With
beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment,
This wasn't by chance.
The
hope that they gave me was a sign from above.
That my child was still near me and that I
was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift.
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As
I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it-as if it knew-that
I needed the touch of its fragile wing,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In
the days that followed, I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart-
That no matter what happens or what days lie
ahead,
Our children are with us-they're not really
dead.
Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears.
A message of hope-a message so dear.
And
I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight.
"To all bereaved parents ~ We love you tonight."
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