Go ahead and mention my child,
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 hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending that she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked how I was doing.
I say 'pretty good' or 'fine.'
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
