A MOTHERS GRIEF You ask me how Im feeling, but do you really want to know? The moment I try telling you You say you have to go How can I tell you, what its been like for me I am haunted, I am broken By things that you dont see You ask me how Im holding up, but do you really care? The moment I start to speak my heart, You start squirming in your chair. Because I am so lonely, you see, friends no longer come around, Ill take the words I want to say And quietly choke them down. Everyone avoids me now, I guess they dont know what to say They told me Ill be there for you, then turned and walked away. Call me if you need me, thats what everybody said, But how can I call and scream into the phone, My God, my child is dead? No one will let me say the words I need to say Why does a mothers grief scare everyone away? I am tired of pretending my heart hammers in my chest, I say things to make you comfortable, but my soul finds no rest. How can I tell you things that are too sad to be told, of the helplessness of holding a child who in your arms grows cold? Maybe you can tell me, How should one behave, whos had to follow their childs casket, watched it perched above a grave? You cannot imagine what it was like for me that day to place a final kiss upon that box, and have to turn and walk away. If you really love me, and I believe you do, if you really want to help me, here is what I need from you. Sit down beside me, reach out and take my hand, Say My friend, Ive come to listen, I want to understand. Just hold my hand and listen thats all you need to do, And if by chance I shed a tear, its alright if you do to. I swear that Ill remember till the day Im very old, the friend who sat and held my hand and let me bare my soul. ~ Kelly Cummings
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 05:46:36 +0000
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