A Poem Worth Remembering:

Go ahead and mention my child.

The one that died you know.

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 he 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.

Author Unknown

I first read this short poem when it was published in the Mount Forest Confederate (June 6, 2000) and have shared it many times since then.