"FROM
SHARON'S HEART"
POETRY
WRITTEN BY:
~SHARON
JEAN BRYANT~
~POEMS
& STORIES OF INSPIRATION~
~FOLLOW
ME~
I offer my
hand to you
All Mothers
and Dads
To walk the
road I'm walking
To help you
when you're sad
To all the
siblings
And all grandparents
too
Aunts and
uncles and friends
Everyone that
cares about your child and you
When a child
dies
It defies
the reason of life
There are
no answers to WHY
They left
so young in their life
There are no
answers to the questions
That many
of us ask every day
"Why my child?"
"Did I have
to lose this way?"
There are no
answers for the mothers
Who give birth
to one who died
To never hear
that child say Mommy
We ask a million
whys?
There are no
answers for I have searched
Many times
through the years
I can't begin
to count the churches
Where I sat
and cried so many tears
Looking for
an answer
Of why my
own left so young
He was my
dream and life
His life had
just begun
There are no
answers for the parents
Who get a
phone call in the night
Saying, "Come
to the hospital"
Something
with your child isn't right
I've learned
through all the years I've had
On the road
I've had to walk
That our lives
are changed drastically
And about
our child's life, we have to talk
We cannot forget
what we had
Nor what we
no longer have today
We can't forget
how happy we were
Before our
precious child went away
Follow me now
as I keep walking
This long
road in my life
For I know
the feelings of heartache
For all familes,
husbands and wives
I too buried
a child
That I will
always love
I will always
wonder why
He has to
reside in Heaven above
When I didn't
get enough time one earth
To do what
moms are supposed to do
I didn't protect
him from all life's harms
As I had promised
myself I would do
I keep on walking
as the years go by
I sometimes
fall, I sometimes cry
But I am surviving
the best I can do
I know what
you feel, I feel it too
I feel for
the parents who sit in a courtroom
And wait for
justice to be done
For parents
who sit and cry
For the life
of their loved one
I cannot say
any words
That will
make you feel very well
I know from
experience myself
To lose is
child is a living hell
Follow me
For I have
so far survived
Yet if I could
turn the hands of time
By child would
still be alive.
~©SHARON
JEAN BRYANT~
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