Abby's scrapbook
Seven more pages done in Abby's baby album and the whole time I was working, this wee baby was squirming around. As I finish pages in Abby's scrapbook, I go back and look at them all over and over and over again. I want people to look at her book, I want them to know her and remember her, I want to share what I've done. But I know that many people don't want to face that grief again, they would rather leave it in the past. They don't want to say her name or talk about her because they think it will cause us more pain.
Telling It Over Again
In each retelling there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance of the reality of our loss.
In each retelling there comes another acknowledgment,
of the uniqueness of the personhood of our precious child.
In each retelling there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace of the finality of her death.
In each retelling there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation of the memories we hold dear.
In each retelling we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need to tell them one more time.
Telling It Over Again
In each retelling there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance of the reality of our loss.
In each retelling there comes another acknowledgment,
of the uniqueness of the personhood of our precious child.
In each retelling there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace of the finality of her death.
In each retelling there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation of the memories we hold dear.
In each retelling we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need to tell them one more time.