A Mother's Grief
byKelly Cummings
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You ask me how I'm feeling, but do you really want to know?
he moment I try telling you You say you have to go
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How can I tell you, what it's been like for me
I am haunted, I am broken By things that you don't see
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You ask me how I'm holding up, but do you really care?
The moment I start to speak my heart, You start squirming in your chair.
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Because I am so lonely,you see, friends no longer come around,
I'll take the words I want to say And quietly choke them down.
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Everyone avoids me now, I guess they don't know what to say
They told me I'll be there for you, then turned and walked away.
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Call me if you need me, that's what everybody said,
But how can I call and screaminto the phone, My God, my child is dead?
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No one will let me say the words I need to say
Why does a mothers grief scare everyone away?
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I am tired of pretending my heart hammers in my chest,
I say things to make you comfortable,but my soul finds no rest.
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How can I tell you things that are too sad to be told,
of the helplessness of holding a child who in your arms grows cold?
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Maybe you can tell me, How should one behave,
who's had to follow their childs casket,watched it perched above a grave?
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You cannot imagine what it was like for me that day
to place a final kiss upon that box, and have to turn and walk away.
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If you really love me, and I believe you do,
If you really love me, and I believe you do,
if you really want to help me, here is what I need from you.
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Sit down beside me, reach out and take my hand,
Say " My friend, I've come to listen, I want to understand."
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Just hold my hand and listen that's all you need to do,
And if by chance I shed a tear, it's alright if you do to.
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I swear that I'll remember till the day I'm very old,
the friend who sat and held my handand let me bare my soul.
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Kelly Cummings 12/8/03
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