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.
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.