Today’s post is a kind of inverted guest post, in which I’m linking to another blogger who wrote about something I wrote on her blog. It involves Ethan, a writing conference in 2010, a Google search, and a new book. Roxane told the story well and found more meaning in it that I was able to, so I’ll let her do the rest:
Speaking of that book, After Miscarriage, I wanted to share a poem I found there that expresses my experience more precisely than anything else I’ve read—and more concisely than anything I’ve written. Ha!
No one scorns the haiku for being shorter than War and Peace
Nor scolds the daffodil for being briefer than a redwood
But this little life cut off so young
We mourn and cry “too soon too soon”.
Surely the Author knows when to end each tale
So should we all
For in the beginning death was not
And though there is a plan perhaps for even this little sparrow’s fall
Still we cry
For we know that a sparrow was meant to fly.
by Melanie Bettinelli, originally posted here