Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A Poem

This is the poem that was read at the Memorial Service for our Leia Grace:

“The Sitting Time”
by Joe Digman

Don’t listen to the foolish unbelievers
Who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses
And remember them,
The flowers and the fragrance.
When you go home to do your sitting
In the corner by the clock,
And sip your rosethorn tea,
It will warm your face and fingers
And burn the bottom of your belly.
But as their goneness piles
In white, crystal drifts,
It will be the blossom of their moment:
The warmth on your belly,
The tiny fingers unfolding,
The new faces you always knew
That have changed you.
Take their moments
And hold them
As every mother does and every
father does,
They will always
Be your children.
And when the sitting is done,
You will find
Bitter grief could never poison
The sweetness of their time.


  1. Oh, so disappointed. I just wrote a long comment after finding your site while searching for this poem. I don't know what happened. I previewed and then hit post. And nothing appeared.

    Frustrating. As I don't feel I can quite get there again right now. I'll save your webpage and try to post again sometime.

    Thank you for the poem. I too lost a baby girl twenty four years ago. And Your blog is a beautiful way of honoring your Leia Grace. I wish you well, healing thoughts and spaces. People to support you. And perhaps I will get a chance to repost my original thoughts.

    Warmly, Lori