Spruce Tree Room

This was inspired by a friend of mine, this is not my experience, these words reflect what I took away from a short passage she shared. I do not fix typos I post it as originally wrote. I am not sharing a message from anyone that is no longer here I am sharing what I took away from what she shared of her experience. This is not mediumship; this is a daughter sharing something with another daughter. This is a human supporting another human. What you choose to take away from it is for you to decide.

Spruce Tree Room

And in my final moments I am sustained the same as my first,

Only consuming the experience, the connections, the raw love.

She walks in like so many times before to this old familiar room,

If love could be contained in a bottle it would have her name.

I whispered my girls name as gratitude swelled in my eyes.

The honor of having her as my daughter has not escaped me.

From the very first time her hand grasped mine all those years ago

To this moment as our hands come together for the last time in this lifetime,

I wonder if she knows that my greatest gift has been watching her grow.

Those ribbons and bows turned into car keys and responsibilities,

As I witnessed my baby girl turn into the woman beside me.

During life’s brightest moments and the most challenging times,

She always reached for me and found these hard-working steady hands of mine.

To help guide her. To reassure her. To support her. To see her through.

I reached for her hand to grasp on days she didn’t know mine were shaking.

To help guide me. To reassure me. To support me. To see me through.

When tomorrow comes she will reach for me, but her hand will not find mine,

The days will be dark at times and the nights my sweet girl may be long.

Take your time to grieve, let it crack open the skies, let it anchor its roots.

Walk with it, grow with it, hold it close, for your grief is our love.

It has taken a new and unfamiliar form, but it has never wavered,

This love has never faltered or failed, it has no limits, there is no end to our eternal bond.

My hand can no longer hold yours and your eyes can no longer see me like they did all those times before...

But you can always reach for my love, and it will be there,

To guide you. To reassure you. To support you. To see you through.

Photo Credit: Sherisavino