Thinking
Alone with my thoughts
Images assault my mind...
thoughts connect images which are
disconnected, discordant and confused.
Cacophony reigns as
I try to make sense of the chaos that overtook my life,
mutilating it
like pieces of a completed puzzle
pulled apart, tossed in a whirlpool from which
there can be no escape.
Broken promises, dreams destroyed, a life cut short,
goals never to be achieved…
Images of my son whirl through my consciousness and
hold me as though I were caught under a waterfall
pounded by the thunder,
the drumming and the wail of unassuaged grief.
I struggle to hold together as these forces collide
in every aspect of my being,
wrenching me apart; eroding my soul;
ensnaring me
so that no path lies clear.
Bridges are ripped apart by the current and
there is no road back.
Stephanie Navo
November 24, 2002
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'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing.
I say "Pretty good" or "fine,"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.
By Elizabeth Dent
A Special Birthday
(author unknown)
Please God, make them remember that
Today is a special birthday.
Make them understand that
The memories don't go away.
Bless them, with ears to hear and hearts that care.
Enable them to listen while I share.
Shelter them that they may never know my pain.
Help them to help me know that my child's life was not in vain.
Help them to remember, Lord that I wish
That my child was here
So we could still celebrate.
To understand that I still
Feel the nearness of my child.
To see beyond my smile and the
Words, "I'm okay."
Please God, just let one remember today
Is a special birthday!
A DAY, A WEEK, A LIFETIME
When I wake up in the morning
I ask myself
How will I get through this day
Without You
As I dress and prepare to start my day
I wonder
How will I go on
Without You
As the day slowly slips away
I remember how you made me laugh
And I smile
Without You
At the end of the day
As I prepare to close my eyes
I know in my HEART
I couldn't have gotten through the day
WITHOUT YOU
Author Unknown
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Death is but crossing the world,
as friends do the seas;
They live in one another still.
Why God Made Little Boys
God made a world out of his dreams
Of majestic mountains, oceans and streams.
Prairies and plains and wooded land,
Then paused and thought, "I need someone to stand
On top of the mountains,
To conquer the seas,
Explore the plains, and climb the trees....
Someone to start out small and grow
Sturdy and strong like a tree," and so.....
He created boys, full of spirit and fun,
To explore and conquer
To romp and run.
With dirty faces and bandaged shins,
With courageous hearts
and boyish grins!
And when he'd completed
The task He'd begun,
He surely said,
"That's a job well done!"
"Please Ask"
Barbara Taylor Hudson
Someone asked me about you today.
It's been so long since anyone has done that.
It felt so good to talk about you,
to share my memories of you,
to simply say your name out loud.
She asked me if I minded talking about what happened to you.
Or would it be too painful to speak of it?
I told her I think of it every day and speaking about it helps me,
to release the tormented thoughts whirling around in my head.
She said she never realized the pain would last this long.
She apologized for not asking sooner.
I told her, "Thanks for asking."
I don't know if it was curiosity or concern that made her ask.
But I told her, "Please do it again sometime soon?
  
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