The Godmother
She cradled Sarah
in such a precious way.
We could see
not only was the baby vulnerable
but also Lynne.
Two years before
we had met in hospital;
there cradling her own
Sharon
whose head swelled
and swelled
with continual distress
and seizures
from encephalitis;
no treatment in those days –
just tender care.
It was tragic
at the graveside –
tears and hugs.
Now
she had bravely said 'yes'
to Janice
and become Godmother
to Sarah.
Her grief wounds
exposed
yet transfigured
by the new life she held
so precious.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2022
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