Go ahead and mention my child,
Elizabeth Dent
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 must keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how was Idoing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
