This past week or so has been amongst the toughest that I have faced all year. On the 26th of September 20 years ago, we laid our youngest child (Darren) to rest. Facing the loss of a child is beyond a nightmare for any parent and one I have never completely come to grips with.
In 2002 I wrote a poem that I dedicated to my late son. To provide a little background to this poem. Darren was aged 5 years when he passed due to Meningitis. Darren was born with Microcephaly and from the beginning he faced a long battle for a quality of life in itself.
We never heard him speak a word. BUT his smiles and laughter spoke volumes. He never walked BUT had people running toward him. He was labled as NOT worthy of living in society, BUT he thought us and For one thought ME how pure gentle love can achieve so much. More than all else he thought me how to be a better person.
The symbol of a butterfly was and always will be very important to us because of an appearance of a Little Butterfly resting on Darrens little Coffin during his funeral. I wish to write more but will let it at this. All children regardless of their ability, or perceived ability or inability ARE worth far more than you or I will ever give them credit for. ALL LIFE IS WORTH MUCH MORE I learned that the hard way both from my late 5 years old son and his death.
This poem was written in memory of my darling son Darren, whose short life touched the hearts of many. Darren Fitzgerald 16/7/1996 - 26/9/2001 The Butterfly Come sweet butterfly, come fly on by, Where innocence reigns as a little child. Your presence about will make me cry, Leaving memories that appears so wild. Though they said you were special needs, withheld by hands that could not see, A beauty within had laid the seeds, An undying love, aged life could ne’er be. Come sweet butterfly, come fly to me, Come settle by my weary side. And tell some tales, what makes you free? Come sweet butterfly and here abide. The summer’s sun, no longer seen That warms your way to my door. Come sweet butterfly for I am keen, To hold you close, yet even more! There came a day, detached from time. Sweet butterfly, your loss a painful part. A slice played sweet butterfly, that’s mine, In the bewildered remains of a broken heart. Always remembered, you’re always dear. How freedom called you to soar above, Go sweet butterfly you’ve found some cheer. Forever dancing with the angles in love. ©2002 Pat Fitzgerald
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