Love that blossoms like a rose,
Petals unfurling, heart exposed,
Fragrant, sweet, a tender pose,
A beauty that never fades, it grows.
But sometimes love can turn to pain,
The rose withers, the petals wane,
Heartache grips, its bitter refrain,
As loss grieves, the tears remain.
Yet even in the depths of sorrow,
Love endures and shines tomorrow,
Memories forever in our marrow,
A light that guides us through the hollow.
For love and loss, forever entwined,
The sweet with the bitter, the heart aligned,
A beautiful tapestry, to remind,
That love and loss, forever bind.
To Little Bean
A deeply personal dedication from Hope to Little Bean, the name she and Richard gave their unborn child. After a loss that reshaped her world, Sara poured her grief into poetry, crafting a tender tribute to honor the little life that never had the chance to begin. Her first novel bears this dedication—a quiet space where love and sorrow converge, and where healing finds its voice.
Published
"Four Seasons”
by Justine Castellon
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