Daughter Snatched
The bereaved mother depicted in the antique watercolor and needlework picture mourns the loss of her daughter. She rails against her plight with the inscription on the tomb beside her: “My Daughter Dear Was Snatch’d from me Before she reach’d her bloom. Her Father he hath left me too To join her in the tomb.” The stricken woman now faces two losses after her husband followed their daughter to the grave.
Her sentiments traverse the centuries and are felt by me. My daughter Alix also was snatched too early. My husband lives on but Alix joined my father in the family plot. It comforts me that she has company in the cemetery and in heaven.
Do you have a loved one who was snatched before their time?
Snatched is a good word. Taken doesn’t mean the same. Snatched is sudden, unexpected reality. May we all find peace while morning our loss.
Indeed, their bodies were snatched, yet not their hearts. This is a new love language we are thrust into ‘class’ to learn. I am a forever student in this class, yearning for some extra credit opportunities. We are all sitting side by side. Our children are our teachers. Not ever what we imagined, yet here we are. Gold stickers upon our foreheads for our efforts. We are all A+ students in the hearts of our children.💞Julie, you always encourage me to ponder. My gratitude. Xo