You don't know how I feel -- Please don't tell me that you do.
There's just one way to know -- Have you lost a child too ?
"You'll have another child" -- Must I hear this each day ?
Can I get another Mother, too, if mine should pass away ?
Don't say it was God's will -- That's not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow ?
"You have an Angel is Heaven, a precious child aboue"
But, tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love ?
"Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say ?
NO ! A part of my heart aches -- I will always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind, but it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child who has gone through death's door.
Don't say thse things to me, although you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away, I must go through the hell.
I will get better slow but sure -- and it helps to have you near.
But, a simple "I am sorry for your lost child" is all I need to hear.
Author Unknown
Remembering..
Go ahead and mention my Child,
The one that died you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my Child knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
but healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
Writen by Elizabeth Dent
Paint Brush
I keep my paint brush with me, where ever I may go.
In case I ever need to cover up,
so the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do -- that you might laugh
or say mean things, I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats,
to show you the real true me,
but I want you to try to understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll slip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts to let the real me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off .
I feel naked, bare and cold,
and if you still love me with all that you see,
you are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush though,
and hold it in my hand.
I want to keep it handy,
In case someone doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
and thanks for loving me true,
but please let me keep my paint brush with me,
Until I love me too !!
Bettie B. Young
A Life Lost
I lost a life,
Not my own.
But it would have been easier,
to have lost my own life,
than to have lost the life
I loved more than my own.
Author Unknown
I lost my child today...
I lost my child today,
People came to weep and cry,
As I sat and stared, dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say,
to try and make the pain go away.
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up fro this dream.
This can't be real. I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside,
GOD help me, I want to die.
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year.
Now people who had come, have gone.
I sit and struggle all day long.
To bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question, "why?"
Why does this mother not move on ?
Just sits and sings the same old song.
Good heavens, it has been so long.
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it had disappeared.
my eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your face,
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time,
the songs the same, as is the rhyme,
I LOST MY CHILD ....TODAY !!!
Author Unknown
