| A Mother's Grief |
| A Poem by Kelly Cummings You ask me how I'm feeling, but do you really want to know? The moment I try telling you, You say you have to go. 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 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. But because I am so lonely, you see, friends no longer come around, I will take the words I want to say And quietly choke them down. Everyone avoids me now, I guess they don't know what to say, They told me "I'll be there for you," but then turned and walked away. Call me if you need me, (that's what everybody said), But how can I call you and scream into the phone, My God, my child is dead? No one will let me say the words I need to say- Why does a mothers grief scare everyone away? I am tired of pretending, my heart hammers in my chest, I say things to make you comfortable, but my soul finds no rest. 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? Maybe you can tell me, How should one behave, who's had to follow their childs casket- watched it perched above a grave? 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. If you really love me, and I believe you do, if you really want to help me, here is what I need from you. Sit down beside me, reach out and take my hand, Say "My friend, I've come to listen, I want to understand." 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. I swear that I'll remember till the day I'm very old, the friend who sat and held my hand and let me bare my soul. Kelly Cummings 12/8/03 |
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| A grieving Mom goes through some very raw emotions. This poem is one of those "tell it like it is" pieces. |