There’s this new sprout of jasmine

We planted it after we lost the baby

Inside the grief we did this thing that felt so peaceful and like the only thing I could have done that day

Put our hands in the dirt

And now I see this little sprout

After the second time

However different the loss was

And it fills me with a sense that

Well surely it’s a sign

That we are ok

Right?

A sign that

We can grow tall and together and fertilise this and let it be simple, easy

Not just stuck with glue, but moulded together, with enough flexibility to be seperate, weather the hard seasons and even if we are a little dry we know the rain will come and wash that away

Just owning all of it

What a love

What kind of love can do that?

(The sun and the rain did it for the jasmine)