In November I came across an unfinished, unshared poem in my poetry journal. Even though the poem is a rough 20 lines I realized it was actually a complete thought in just the first stanza.
I must have written this when I was early postpartum with my baby, Sylvia. She was born last year the day before Thanksgiving which really made her feel like a Christmas holiday baby. I remember holding her by the light of the Christmas tree and just crying. At that moment, life was so beautiful and I wanted her to stay just like this, in my arms, the moment so full and exquisite…
I didn’t want to comprehend her growing up, but after some tears by the tree, I was ready to watch her grow. Hormones, you know.🤭💓
Anyway, I am not sure when I wrote this poem (I need to start dating my work!), and I’m not really sure it’s a poem. But it is a complete thought, and I still feel this way, especially this time of year. (The Lord is with us.💕)
Here it is…
“I hold my newborn
and cry
because everything is
beautiful
I hold my newborn
and cry
because everything is
not.”
That’s it. That’s the complete thought.
For however you are feeling this December, both grief and joy can be true and both are safe to feel in full measure and simultaneously in the Presence of our Lord.💖
read more:
Hope Outlasts the Holiday Spirit
(The photo is the Christmas ornament that marked mine & Sylvia’s first Christmas together🎄✨️)
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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