Sunday, September 21, 2008

Remembering


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 try to hide.

I'm hurt when you just keep silent,

Pretending she didn't exist.

I'd rather you mention my child,

Knowing that she has been missed.

You asked me how I was doing.

I say "pretty good" or "fine".

But healing is something ongoing

I feel it will take a lifetime.

~ Elizabeth Dent ~

4 comments:

Jamie said...

I want you to know that I think about you and Taylor and Kinsey every single day. Your situation has reminded me to be thankful every day.
All my love,
Jamie

Shannon said...

What a lovely poem. I'm so sad for your family - I know the heartache you're feeling.. I wish we didn't have to know how horrible this feeling is. Your Kinsey is beautiful!

Anonymous said...

Kristi:
I finally got to see Kinsey's photograph. My, she was lovely. I know you and your husband are proud of her. I still think of you when I pass the gates to your neighborhood and at other during the day. Please know that I keep you close in my thoughts.

Janet - found via Mothering website

The Dolezal Family said...

That is so true. My mom passed away when I was a teenager and so many decided to not talk about her at all like she never existed and I was never her daughter, just a girl without a mother.

But now I find I make the same mistake. Never sure how someone is handling the new life that was dealt to them...