Two Mothers all alone in a Sandbox
We sit -unidentified allies.
Two mothers in a sandbox.
She with a child missing arms
and me with you
different in your own way.
We understand each other she and I
but we speak only of inconsequential things-
trying to mislead God into believing
that we no longer mind.
We are cast away alone.
Away from the chosen.
Silently becoming children ourselves.
Listeners of the wind.
Friends of no one.
Sitting silently in a circle sifting sand.
Survivors in an undeclared war.
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Suzanne J Schoenfelt says
What a beautiful poem describing the love, isolation, hurt, and determination of loving one’s own child who is born different. We need more voices to speak out. Just lovely
Linda Texter Hall says
A haunting, beautiful poem written from the heart of an accomplished poet and inspiring human being.
Sandy Rochelle says
Linda:
Thank you for your Lovely – kind and heartfelt comment.
Sandy
Patricia McDonnell-Megahey says
This beautiful poem brought tears to my eyes watching with my mind’s eye the parents of these children. Feeling the love the parents’ have for their children and at the same time the pain of exclusion and hurt. I hope to see more from this poet.
Sandy Rochelle says
Patricia- your comment brought tears to My eyes.
Thank you.
Sandy
Sandy Rochelle says
Suzanne: how beautifully expressed!
Thank you.
Sandy