The little princess sleeps.
She is delicate, porcelain.
Rosy cheeks,
Icy fingers.
Tiny toes wrapped in cashmere.
Silver grey bonnet worn like a pixie.
The dove from her gown takes flight.
The king and queen stand by.
The candlelight flickers.
Hand in hand.
Despair.
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Sometimes it seems Florence is a character in a fairy tale. The beautiful perfect little girl with the prettiest name. She belongs in a land of magic, of dragons, and goblins and fairies dancing in the flowers.A land with happy endings.
The truth is far more brutal, stark and terrifying.
Thinking of you and sending hugs. Hope you are sleeping ok and the nausea has settled.
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Beautiful, simply beautiful .. x
ReplyDeletesuch pure beauty and pure emotion. Thank you for feeling safe to share your beautiful feelings in this space.
ReplyDeleteSending love and light.
That's so beautifully written. And what a wonderful world for Florence to be in.
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The truth IS indeed so much more brutal for us, their parents. I hope, that whatever our babies are experiencing now, it is as exquisite as you describe. It will never make it okay or right that Emma is not in my arms but I have to believe that somewhere she is happy.
ReplyDeleteI think that is a beautiful way to think of Florence. Beautifully written! xo
ReplyDeletethis post brought such tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful xxx
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