Ever After

“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.”
― Maria V. Snyder, Storm Glass

She was broken open so early.
The pinata of possibility
whacked by a pediatric surgeon
by the name of Dr. Wren.
A kind man who sadly said
“The tumor is malignant.”

I remember the playground
at the children’s hospital
where he operated.
My daughter climbed up
on a bouncing horse
while all the world inside
me had shattered.

The seeds of cancer
dancing through her body
while I, her mother,
hung on to her but
could not tether her
here for long.
Angels come and go.

Oh, a lifetime has gone
by and her brother and
I seldom speak of her.
We don’t have to
because angels send
us where we need to
be to hear her laughter.
Ever after.

Vicki Woodyard


  1. You play the Heart strings so well, creating such lovely melodies – tugging at our heart strings… I know you have had a lot of practice… “Angels send us where we need to…..hear…” the symphonies of love…. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <3


  2. This has gotten lots of views. Happiness is being able to still speak of a beloved child out loud or in print. Thank you for being open to reading it.


  3. Wow, I can only imagine your pain as if it were my little girl so many years ago that had been swept away by the angels, but my mind stops short where yours could not. I am so sorry, Vicki.


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