A friend of mine shared this poem written by a friend of hers after the loss of her unborn child. I have heard and read many poems since Charlie died and this one is one of the best one's I have come across so I wanted to share it.
It's not often I read a poem and feel many emotions but this one made me feel incredibly weighted with sadness. But, at the same time I felt so much peace from the breathtaking picture these elegant and personal words paint in my mind.
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
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 upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wares a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But to anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven’s open door...
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to 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.....
-Unknown Author
It's not often I read a poem and feel many emotions but this one made me feel incredibly weighted with sadness. But, at the same time I felt so much peace from the breathtaking picture these elegant and personal words paint in my mind.
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
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 upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wares a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But to anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven’s open door...
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, talk to 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.....
-Unknown Author
And one for dad's.
ReplyDeleteIt must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry"
and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave-
He lost his baby too.
Eileen Knight Hagemeister