The sea between us
I recently found a poem that I wrote a while back, way before Emma started communicating. I had been working on it over the course of last year, off and on, and I’m still not sure whether I really finished it. I hadn’t written anything in a long time. This was during a pretty low point when things were very hard and I was truly depressed. I think I must’ve been trying to keep hope alive. What words can really describe how I felt? But finding this again reminded me of that time. I longed not only to reach and understand Emma, but to pull myself out of the shadows and into the light. I was becoming more and more aware of how my sadness might be weighing heavy on the children.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share it. This morning I held up the ipad to Emma. She reached out.
Emma: Read a poem
Me: “I just found this poem I wrote a long time ago, before you were communicating like this. Do you want me to read it?”
So I read it to her.
Emma: I love it
Me: “Should I put it on the blog?”
Reading this again, I realize more than ever that nothing was lost. Emma has always been here with me and always will.