My daughter Ashley calls in the night.
“Mom, my water just broke. Can you be with me?”
"Oh God please help us."
Lily in her mother's arms.
Birth and death.
Light and dark.
Joy and sorrow.
We can’t have one without the other.
Snow beneath my feet, bare limbs of trees, grey skies stare in silence.
Death is here.
Caleb is near.
Lily is here.
Cycle of living, season of song, embraces and whispers,
“Life goes on.”