3 Little Birds



                It’s May 22nd and my second due date of the 30th is creeping closer and closer.  My son’s ashes still sit in the corner of our living room, innocuous to anyone who happens to come by, still sitting in their navy gift bag. 

               Spring is in full bloom, and everywhere  you look women are pregnant, or announcing pregnancies or about to pop.   It’s a strange wave of emotions as each one comes by, happiness and excitement for them, sadness for me.  Half the time now I’m not even sure I want to have another baby. Or I’m convincing myself I don’t.  Maybe it isn’t meant to be or maybe just not now.

            While waiting for info about our son one day Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” popped into my head.  I played it repeatedly and sang it over and over.  I didn’t know it for sure then but baby number three wasn’t destined to make it either.  I couldn’t have picked a more fitting song.  I now wear a beautiful necklace that Stephanie Bogetti created for me.  My three little birds all in a line, birth dates engraved on the back.  It’s not to be melancholy or to dwell on what was lost but as a sweet reminder that yes, everything will be alright.


Don’t worry about a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing’ don’t worry about a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright



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