Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Ninety-Nine

Sometimes they see us, and sometimes they don’t, but we have always been here. Our work is to bear witness as their lives spin out.
When a child is born, we number the day of its birth and know the preordained day of its death.
We don’t mind when the old ones fade away, but the death of a child is a deep sorrow. We close our eyes when He comes for the little ones.
Today, though, we rejoiced because the child stopped at our place and sat down among us.
“I’ll just stay here.”
And he couldn’t stop her.

©️jj 2021