There’s a misty werewolf moon tonight
and it reminds me of a poem I wrote you
just over 6 months ago
before you were born,
while you were still with us.
The stars twinkle reassuringly
in the cold night sky,
but the gloominess of this moon
covered in snatches of thin clouds
like scattered veils,
brings me to tears.
Perhaps it shines brighter from your side
—up in Heaven—
with no clouds in the way.
One day, honey, promise you’ll show me.
Just East Of Crazy Land 
wow
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Thanks, Melanie. Thanks for your encouragement tonight, and for helping me let the tears out. It hurts but helps.
Xoxox
Anna
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🙂 bottled up grief is like poison or smelly manure but when we let it out into God’s hands it is transformed inot fetilizer in our lives and in others … it nourishes flowers
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OH YES
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You are very fortunate to have such caring friends in your families life. They, along with the assurance that God is loving you all and will always be there for you and your family is something that you can most definitly be assured of.
(Well said Melanie). 💞
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So very beautiful. Blessings to you Anna.
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Thank you, Nico! I appreciate your good wishes.
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