{"id":11466,"date":"2015-11-16T15:14:33","date_gmt":"2015-11-16T21:14:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=11466"},"modified":"2015-11-16T18:09:18","modified_gmt":"2015-11-17T00:09:18","slug":"to-the-children-of-my-relief-society-sisters-over-the-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2015\/11\/to-the-children-of-my-relief-society-sisters-over-the-years\/","title":{"rendered":"To the Children of my Relief Society sisters over the years"},"content":{"rendered":"

Child,<\/p>\n

Do you know that your parents’ concern<\/p>\n

Is ever about you?<\/p>\n

On the sickbed, unable to stand, a mother signals,<\/p>\n

“Find that poem about my child and share it with Angela.”<\/p>\n

The poem is printed on her child’s funeral program.<\/p>\n

It sits near her mother’s bedside.<\/p>\n

Another sits on her father’s desk, accessible with the right hand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

 <\/p>\n

Child,<\/p>\n

Your mother’s heart breaks for you.<\/p>\n

Even gestures from close friends are too painful for her to bear.<\/p>\n

You don’t see it, nor can you:<\/p>\n

Her house is closed,<\/p>\n

A mirror to your lonely place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Child,<\/p>\n

You left and she didn’t know she could go on.<\/p>\n

You were her reason for living for so long.<\/p>\n

She is finding strength on her own now, and she is radiant.<\/p>\n

Moving forward, she keeps pace with you, hundreds of miles away.<\/p>\n

And oh, time goes so slowly!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

 <\/p>\n

Child,<\/p>\n

With love your mother allows you to come back home.<\/p>\n

You are wounded, not healing, and raw.<\/p>\n

You don’t tell her how you really feel;<\/p>\n

Somehow all the words you can say\u00a0are hurtful.<\/p>\n

She knows her love is not enough to heal you;<\/p>\n

And prays that you will find\u00a0your\u00a0true Savior.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

 <\/p>\n

Child,<\/p>\n

We gave your mother a quilt today<\/p>\n

To help her to know that we remember you, too.<\/p>\n

She places it on her lap<\/p>\n

And tells us of a tree planted in your honor:<\/p>\n

The soldier who didn’t come home.<\/p>\n

She will remember you long after the tree is gone,<\/p>\n

The infant face, the boyish tricks, and songs from a teen–<\/p>\n

Woven together in every contour of her heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

 <\/p>\n

Child,<\/p>\n

You left today on an errand for the Lord,<\/p>\n

I came to your mother<\/p>\n

And she was crying, but she will be fine.<\/p>\n

You are doing the thing that will make her happiest.<\/p>\n

I will watch over her until you come home again<\/p>\n

And can hug her yourself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Child,<\/p>\n

You are beautiful in your wedding clothes.<\/p>\n

Your mother, tired from preparations, looks radiant.<\/p>\n

She will put her feet up tonight, cry a few tears, and smile.<\/p>\n

And as ever,<\/span><\/p>\n

You will be the instrument drawing her thoughts to the future.<\/span><\/p>\n

For mothers of faith, the future always includes you, Child.<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter what.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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