Pieces

There is a tremendous sense of loss.
When the pieces don't fit the frame.
The sudden harsh realization
Your lives are never the same.
What about little league?
and cub scouts in the fall.
Will he ever get married?
or fall in love at all.
Every parent grieves
Every parent cries.
But eventually with time.
The wave of emotion subsides.
Tears replaced with patience.
and Sadness with a smile.
You celebrate uniqueness
Find joy in the smallest bit
Even when they tell you
The pieces will never fit.
There will never be another
neither near nor far
None will shine so brightly
As your own little star.
You'll rearrange everything
Your schedule, your thoughts, your life.
Somewhere amidst the chaos
You finally realize.
It will never matter to you.
if the puzzle is not the same.
You'll piece it together anyways
Regardless of the frame.

Written by: Monica Swain May 2010