Friday, February 26, 2010

What an awesome poem. It says exactly how I feel.

A Mother's Grief


You ask me how I'm 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 it's been like for me

I am haunted, I am broken
By things that you don't see

You ask me how I'm holding up,
but do you really care?

The second I try to speak my heart,
You start squirming in your chair.

Because I am so lonely,
you see, no one comes around,

I'll take the words I want to say
And quietly choke them down.

Everyone avoids me now,
Because they don't know what to say

They tell me I'll be there for you,
then turn and walk away.

Call me if you need me,
that's what everybody said,

But how can I call you 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
as my heart pounds 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,

who's had to follow their child's 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, I've come to listen,
I want to understand."

Just hold my hand and listen
that's all you need to do,

And if by chance I shed a tear,
it's alright if you do too.

By: Kelly Cummings

6 comments:

Brittanie said...

Wow, yeah, that's so true. We just want to be allowed to remember.

((hugs))

Just Breathe said...

That poem is beautiful and full of truths. That is exactly what people need to comprehend about baby lost mothers and their feelings. I may use it one day and I will link it back to you if that is okay with you.

Catherine W said...

Beautiful x

Delekatala said...

no need to link it back I got it off the internet.

Bluebird49 said...

Yes yes yes. It is the way I felt---but a few people had a morbid curiosity that really bothered me. It was as if they WANTED me to scream for them--one person really tried to "feel" everything I felt, it seemed. It really turned me off--we weren't close, but she wanted to be "close" then. Why, I don't know. She couldn't help me.

Your poem is beautiful.

Amy said...

I found your blog by accident...I can't say to you how sorry I am for the loss of your beautiful daughter. My heart breaks for you and anyone who has ever had to deal with this pain. I cried from the moment I started reading your story. There really are no words to say, I just wanted to let you know that I said a prayer for your family for comfort forever...and that your life with Lillian be full of love and happiness. The poem is beautiful. xo