As I just sat and stared, dry-eyed,
They struggled to find words to say
To try to make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month,
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay
I wait to wake up from this dream
This can't be real, I want to scream
Yet everything is locked inside
God help me, I want to die
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year
Now people who had come have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
To bear the pain so deep inside
And now my friends just question why
Why doesn't this mother just move on
Just sits and sings the same old song
Good heavens, it's been so long
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me
The numbness it has disappeared
My eyes have now cried many tears
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place"
Yet I am trapped right here in time,
The song's the same, as is the rhyme
I lost my child–today.
Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of "Most Beloved" and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing--
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved's purring soothes.
Blogger at "Gardens at Effingham" (where cats do the talking) and "My Forever Son" (where a mother's heart runs deep after losing her son to suicide)
Musician. Writer. Literary Connoisseur.
At the whim of a calico cat and a strong cup of tea.