Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
W Wordsworth
My friend's baby died last Monday, I've been feeling sad since hearing the news. Mum sent me this poem, which I think is beautiful. It's part of a larger poem, called "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood".
Communicating with your Terrific Toddler, Even When It’s Hard
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Those sweet months of snuggling your tiny helpless baby in your arms went
by in a flash, didn’t they? Now you have a spirited little person who is
moving...
2 comments:
*big hugs*
Heya Al, I am so sorry to hear that! :( I can't even begin to imagine what they must be going through, but my thoughts and prayers are with them, am here if you need me
Luv Natt XO
It's a lovely poem, Al.I like the bit about God being our home.
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