At the end, in those last hours, I place my hand on your heart... willing it to stop, encouraging it to ‘go home’. It was the most painful thing I ever did and still haunts me with grief.
Your heart wrapped mine,
Gesling it, protecting it,
Teaching me new layers of love
And new depths to being loved.
Now I must learn
To keep the seed you have placed in my heart,
To allow it to die, resurrect and grow.
New shoots of life will emerge
from my heart, nourished by yours.
One day, a blossoming will come
and I will place the seed of love to be treasured
into the hearts of those I leave behind.
I receive the gift from you
and commit to passing it on.
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