~HEARTFELT
WORDS~
BY
~JODY~
~REMEMBERING
WHEN~
Spoke with
a friend today, so happy that she called
We talked
of all the little things, how life is so involved.
I heard how
Johnny sprained his ankle, playing a game of ball
I heard about
Jenny’s slumber party, she got no sleep at all.
I said I remember
when, and then there came the pause
Though she
never spoke a word, my heart knew its cause
The sound
of it was deafening, shattering to my soul
Here we go
again, when will she ever gain control?
When will she
put this behind her, learn to let it go?
Quit dwelling
in the past, speaking of memories long ago,
Get on with
life, forget the sorrow and pain
Be who she
was before, and learn to smile again?
Though the
words were left unspoken
In silence
they still roar
Knowing I
will never be that woman
She is gone
forever more.
I silently
answer the questions, for this is what I see,
If I must
put my child behind me, friends we can no longer be.
I don’t ask
that you forget your child, how can I forget mine?
Could you
forget your child, because of the passage of time?
I cannot for
a moment, ever try to pretend
That my child
never lived, for the comfort of a friend
His life held
love and meaning, and though we are apart
He still lives
in the layers of my heart.
So leave me
she must, if she cannot bear my pain
I will understand,
for we have nothing to gain
With sadness
I will close the door
Wishing I
could still be the woman of before.
©2000
JODY SEILHEIMER
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Netta
Wilson has a wonderful page that she has written on her site, In Memory
of Cara, that really deals with this issue of "Putting it behind us".
If you have a chance, please read her work, on http://geocities.com/new212/why2.html
These are words
that will be heard by every grieving parent at one point in time. Although
I am sure they are well meaning, it is a concept that I have never understood.
How does one put their children behind them as though their very existence
was inconsequential? Maybe they refer to our sorrow, but if that were the
case, it is the loss of our children that created the sorrow, so again
it is our children that they are asking that we forget.
Do we ask that
they not speak of their living children? Of course not, and yet that
is what they ask of us. Whose comfort level does this address, theirs or
ours? Everyday that I shall live, my child will be carried in my
heart, I will never put him behind me, or get "Over it", or any of the
other catchy cliché’s that people use, thinking they are being helpful.
Please think before speaking, especially if you have never lost a child.
Blessings.
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