Grief | Grieving | Death of a Child

Child of Mine

The child I brought into this world
Is no longer of this world

Yes it is not like the first year
When it was hard to catch my breath

Awakening each morning with the searing pain
Not wanting to believe he was really gone Read the rest of this entry »

I USED TO LIVE IN MAY

I used to live in May
brilliance,warmth and
laughter filled my days

I used to live in May
Then you died and went away
Now darkness,cold,and crying fill my days

I used to live in May
Come back,Come back I say .

For when you were here
I used to live in May.

written by Louise Lagerman

by Amiee Kate Helms

All I have are pictures left to kiss,
A few of your possessions left to hold,
But the treasures true,
They lie down deep…
Deep within my heart and soul….
Deep inside of Me…..

I see your face and you smile at me,
You tease to make me laugh…
I hear your songs… And your music
resonates among my soul…
While your words, “I love you, Mom”
Echo… in every thought, of you…. Read the rest of this entry »

No one knows the pain
That lies behind these smiling eyes
No one sees the tears that are
Buried deep within my heart.
 
Oh the lies I have told!
I am just fine I say.
When the truth is
I can hardly find my way. Read the rest of this entry »

Some people may think that I am insane
Those ones probably have not encountered such pain

The pain of losing a daughter or a son
And knowing that from this life he/she is gone

To wake up in the morning, day after day
And ask “Where is my daughter? Tell me, I pray”

Although I know she is in heaven above
Yet, I yearn to hold her and give her my love

But I also know that I carry her in my heart
We became one; no one can separate us apart

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2008, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

I DREAMED TODAY, of my little one first love, first kissed on the cheek, and her first broken heart, and I was saddened because my little one is growing up so fast before my very eyes,
AND I PRAYED.
 
I DREAMED TODAY, of my little ones’ first trials and errors and how frighten, I was when she had chosen the wrong path,
AND I PRAYED.
 
I DREAMED TODAY, of my little one as she thought she knew more than I, and believed that her friends would guide her on the right path. I worried,  I screamed, and I shared what had happen to me and many of my friends at this very difficult time of growing up,
AND I PRAYED. Read the rest of this entry »

I Used to Always Love April
                         By Kim Hodne

I used to always love April
The month you were born
You loved it too
The fifth day is special in my heartBut now it brings a special sorrow
You‘d be turning twenty-nine
I lost you at twenty -four
So young Read the rest of this entry »

 Note: Today we will begin running each of the poems entered into the poetry contest. They will run in no particular order and we believe you will see, as the judges did, that each is beautiful and special.  Thanks and kudos to each of you who entered. We are already looking forward to our next contest.

10 Years
     by Pamela Gabbay

It has been 10 years
Since you died
Why, I ask
Do I still cry?

10 years without you
Without your smile
Without your touch
Without your hugs
Telling me that everything will be all right Read the rest of this entry »

I Think of You
          By Catherine Punton Wilson

I think of you and start to cry,
It breaks my heart that you had to die.
Your final days were filled with even greater pain,
Each day was a struggle, each night a torment
But never did you complain.
Only did you say ” Mom, I want my Normal Life Back”
As the traumas continued to stack. Read the rest of this entry »

My Third Child Is Grief
            By Sandra Priebe

It’s been three years since my husband suddenly left this earth in the middle of the night.
Jack and I had two children, they are growing and maturing beyond our hopes and dreams.
I’m kept busy guiding and participating in their lives but something else was going on interfering, interrupting and leaving it’s imprint on the days and nights.
 It was my unexpected third child, named Grief.

Three years ago Grief was a newborn. I was dazed, stunned, blue
and reeling from the constant demands. I did most of the nurturing and care-taking by instinct
just like I had done with my other babies, but unlike the support I received with my first children,
my mother and friends were not experienced in this process.
They helped with the other children but I was left alone to take care of the third. Read the rest of this entry »