Hello old friend,

Oh yes you know

I lost my child a while ago.

No, no pleaseDon’t look away

And change the subject

It’s ok.

You see at first I couldn’t feel,

It took so long, but now it’s real.

I hurt so much inside you see

I need to talk,

Come sit with me?

You see,

I was numb for so very long,

And people said,

“My, she is so strong.”

They did not know I couldn’t feel,

My broken heart made all unreal.

But then one day, as I awoke

I clutched my chest,

began to choke,

Such a scream,

such a wail,

Broke from me..

My child!

My child!

The horror of reality.

But everyone has moved on,

you see,everyone except for me.

Now, when I need friends most of all,

Between us there now stands a wall.

My pain is more than they can bear,

When I mention my child,

I see their blank stare.

“But I thought you were over it,

”Their eyes seem to say-

-No, no,

I can’t listen to this, not today.

So I smile and pretend, and say,

“Oh, I’m ok”.

But inside I am crying,

as I turn away.

And so my old friend,

I shall paint on a smile,

As I have from the start,

You never knowing all the while,

All I’ve just said to you in my heart.

You ask me how I'm feeling,

but do you really want to know?

he 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 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,

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

*

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

They told me I'll be there for you, then turned and walked away.

*

Call me if you need me,

that's what everybody said,

But how can I call and screaminto 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,

who's had to follow their childs casket,watched it perched above a grave?

*

You cannot imagine what it was like f

or 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 to.

*

I swear that I'll remember till the day

I'm very old,

the friend who sat and held my hand

and let me bare my soul.