I call this Bittersweet because the feeling left behind when you have lost a child is indeed very bitter.  However, the life Shiyanne lived, the joy she spread with her smile and ultimatley the way in which she was able to be held by us and surrounded by her family when her spirit left her body to join her loving family who left before her, was indeed sweet. 

We cherish every memory we have of her, including those memories others have chosen to share with us. 

A ship spreads her white sails

to the morning breeze

and starts for the ocean.

I stand watching her

until she fades on the horizon,

and someone at my side says,

"She is gone."

 

Gone Where?

The loss of sight is in me, not in her.

Just at the moment when someone says,

"She is gone," there are others

who are watching her coming.

Other voices take up the glad shout

"Here she comes," and that is dying.