Dear World,

From winter’s hush come buds anew—
life reborn and soft growth too.
Through shadowed days I walked alone,
grief and sorrow clinging bone to bone.

I lost my cat—too soon, too fast,
a gentle soul I thought would last.
Her warm paws and soothing purrs
helped me bear life’s daily blurs.
A confidant at night, a friend by day,
the furry light to keep my fears at bay.
She saw my quiet flaws with care,
but only reached to meet me there.

But World, through death, comes life.
How, you ask? A question rife with strife.

Left with a hole, yet something grew—
a seed of hope, a pulse brand new.
Within me now, a heartbeat forms,
growing strong through shifting storms.
Little fingers, tiny toes—
a child who somehow already knows
that I will love them through all things,
through restless nights and joyful springs.

Grief and joy beneath one sun,
fueled by love, and songs unsung.
Still healing, still growing,
still blossoming, still flowing.
The universe gives what we need to know—
a gift of light when shadows grow.

A body that aches, a heart that wakes—
to hold the weight and all it takes.
These maternal veins carried tender love
for a kitty I once called my baby dove.
Happy memories rest within my chest,
where new life stirs and builds its nest.

Through buds and spuds and blossoming souls,
the world begins to make me whole.
So I open my heart for a new bloom to rise,
following its petals toward open skies.

Still blossoming,
Whitney

P.S.
To my baby dove—
I will see you again,
in this lifetime or the next.

To the one I’ve yet to meet—
I can’t wait to hold you.
You are already teaching me
how to love through sorrow.
You are my winter’s hope.

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