LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE

THE ANGEL CRIED

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

I gazed up at the statue
As I stood there at her feet.
The Angel of Hope was saddened.
Then she began to weep.

I watched her as a teardrop
Streaked slowly down her face.
I looked around at all the names
Surrounding her in this place.

I thought how weary she must be
From carrying every child
Across the sky to heaven,
Away from us, ...for awhile.

I wondered why she was so sad.
She knew the children had a home.
It was then I realized that her tears
Were for us, ...here all alone.

I felt it was a miracle
That a statue really cried.
Then teardrops fell upon the names
Of all the children that had died.

I turned my eyes to heaven.
The whole sky was shedding tears.
I had thought that these were raindrops
For so very many years.

The angel cried with me today
So did the children's names in stone.
Their teardrops fell upon my skin
And I no longer was alone.

© 2008 - Christine Ross

Published in
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Winter 2008, Volume 23 No. 4
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

also recited at:
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December, 2008

   
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