The Ides of March

It was the ides of March, the day that bode ill, for Caesar and the mighty Roman Empire, as foretold by the old crone the soothsayer, on the morn of March fifteenth.

It was a time of bereavement, a time of grief, a time when hope had fled, leaving behind a thick cloud of gloom, that no ray of light could cleave, until the ides of March .

It was the fifteenth of March, the day our beautiful son was born. His first cry heralded a new beginning and healed our broken spirit, his first smile brought warmth,to the winter of our hearts.

This sleeping child, an angel from heaven, renewed our faith,when all was lost. A fresh lease of hope he brought, with the promise of many tomorrows. Shifting from under the staggering weight of loss, we found the spring of life again . From darkness to light, from sorrow to happiness ,we were transported on the ides of March .

To my darling son , on his birthday.