Thank you for the poems they mean so much to me. I have shared them with several Mothers who have lost a child.
I too have lost a child, he was 20 he was my life and joy. He left me April 29, 2006. a day I will never forget.
I could never know the pain you are suffering because I feel we all suffer in different way. I know one day we will be reunited with our children but sometimes that is not enough because we want them with us now.
Your family is in our Prayers!
May God give you the true comfort that he can only provide.
I too lost a child last year in April. I am so sorry to have to see others go thru what I have for the last year. Please understand that there are people out there who understand and care. No one understands unless they have had to bury their own child. I thought this poem would be of some comfort. I thought it would say what you wanted to but you dont have to....
PLEASE, don't ask me if I'm over it yet.
I'll never be over it.
PLEASE, don't tell me she's in a better place.
She isn't here with me.
PLEASE, don't say at least she isn't suffering.
I haven't come to terms with why she had to suffer at all.
PLEASE, don't tell me you know how I feel,
unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE, don't ask me if I feel better.
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
PLEASE, don't tell me at least you had her for a little while.
When would you choose for your child to die?
PLEASE, don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.
PLEASE, just say you're sorry.
PLEASE, just say you remember my child, if you do.
PLEASE, just let me talk about my child.
PLEASE, mention my child's name.
PLEASE, just let me cry.
~Author Unknown
And one for you mom....it was sent to me and now i am passing it to you....
My Mom Is A Survivor
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom...through Heaven's open door.
I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.
But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal~!
~~~~This poem was written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux and dedicated to Clarissa
This is in honor of the Moms who have lost a child.
Whether it be their only child or they have other surviving children,
the pain is the same...it still hurts and will hurt forever.
May someday you find a way to live, but I know you will never accept. My pain is still strong, but know that time will soften it.
TINY ANGEL..PLAY WITH MY GRANDCHILD.. GOD KNOWS WHO IT IS.. IN MEMORY.
