lost & found

The small woman gazes lovingly at her granddaughter as a swell of pride surges in her chest. Meadow stands still as the girl takes a slow step toward her, a bright, beaming smile on the woman’s pale lips. Softly she speaks, “Oh my child. Look how beautiful you are! Come here, give me hug.” The child’s struggle with life is laid out in front of the dead wolf and all she seez is a beautiful soul. Light frame comes to rest on the ground as she lifts her arms, opening them wide to embrace her granddaughter and, if she accepts the hug, the woman’s arms will close lightly around the pale girl’s frame.

She radiates love and peace in Meadow II’s presence, ready and willing to help her with anything she needs. The gentle, ghostly hug lasts as long the girl allows and, when Meadow pulls back, she raises a paw to trace the shape of the pup’s cheek. Her smile never falters as she gazes deep in the blue pools seeing her daughter reflected in those oceanic depths. A dreamy sigh passes her lips as she places a slender paw over on of her granddaughter’s, gentle tones explaining, “I am your grandmother, the one whose name you bear. My name is Meadow and I am Fern’s mother.”

The words a spoken at a slow, deliberate pace, giving the girl time to absorb the information as she talks. Meadow’s emerald gaze looks deep into the girl’s eyes, connecting soul to soul and immediately understanding the girl’s struggle with finding her voice. The paw that is resting gently on top of granddaughter’s lifts to come to come to lightly rest on the girl’s chest and she softly asks, “What is wrong my child?” Everything about Meadow speaks of love, patience, and acceptance and the woman simple wishes to help her sweet granddaughter in any way she needs.


"Meadow Lark"