To those who say to get on with my life, I have, if you can call this a life.
It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn - the loss of her CHILD!!!
Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is DYING.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She is a great actress.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks,
she cleans (when she is able!), she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us, we have suffered a personal holocaust;
We have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.
It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn - the loss of her CHILD!!!
Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is DYING.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She is a great actress.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks,
she cleans (when she is able!), she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us, we have suffered a personal holocaust;
We have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.


Comments: 26
I read your poem, and felt an immediate bond to "her" because my heart is in the same place. She has been added to an ever growing list of Mothers and Fathers who have lost a child. A list that I keep in my heart to remind me that I am not alone in my grief.
I suppose a quote from my late son might help to ease the pain, "My ultimate enemy is my past, unresolved."
Sam kept an undated journal, and in the last of them he also wrote this,
PAIN.
Want to cry
Do not want
to loose mask.
Others around
will not know
how to deal
with ME.
Carol, I hope I have helped a little.
Karl
You can never be 'whole' again as the ones who died took part of your heart.
Everyone wants to help. Unfortunatey the only help is for them to let you know they will always be there for you and to listen.
Thank you for all that posted. It means more than you know for you to take the time to share your thoughts.
Soon after it happened (the accident), I had a therapist tell me that it would take about 5 years for me to get over the grief ... I thought at the time, 'how the hell do 'you' know that ?' ... but I did find in retrospect, that around 5 years later I had pretty well accepted it all ... I had put it behind me and got on with life only then recognizing many of the benefits I had received from other compassionate people's love and the wisdom and insights from it all ... but some years after that even is when I found God withIN my own self as my higher Self ... and truly came to understand and fully accept everything ... knowing then what I had only suspected and hoped for before, that there will be a complete and improved re-unification down the road of time ... we are not even now apart, it just seems so. IMnsHO.
But I do grant you that as his mother, your mourning may well be much different than mine ... I know my wife's was ... everyone has their own uniquely personal experience.
My best to you and yours ... Peace, j.
Lisa, Thanks for sharing your grandmother's thoughts. Oh how I wish my gm was still here. She was full of wisdom.
"she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once."
How excellently said, Carol! Grief does a work in us like no other. It is a necessary emotion that has its own time frame. Thank you for so pertinently describing this personal catastrophe.
On July 12, 1997 we lost our son to aplastic anemia. We were very lucky...after the wake and scattering of ashes, we left for a remote cabin in upper Maine with three other families...here we were protected from conversations we did not want to hear. The day before school started I was busy in my classroom writing nametags, bus slips and all the other things a teacher does before school and a volunteer for another teacher stopped in and casually said, " Oh, your going to start the school year...it looks as though you've gotten over it!" My response was cruel ..."Burying a son is not the same as chicken pox!" I later learned that this woman was devastated...and I really feel bad now...but my feelings were RAW and her words just hit me like a tornado.
Ten years have passed...it does get better as the years go by...that's all I can say. Do I talk to him everyday...yup! Does Will "mimic "A's" dancing and crazy antics and expressions...to get me laughing...yup, he does.
The one thing I have learned is everybody grieves differently and they need their own time and space to adjust.
It is reality and one day they will wake up and it will hit them like a brick wall.
But, we are all different aren't we?
I know from watching my biological mother who lost her second child, a girl, grieving for a sister I never knew. I had one brother born before my sister and then my biological mother in a desperate attempt to replace my sister produced 10 more boys before I was born but I was never able to fill that void for her either.
Again, my prayers are with you.
I only had one child but I have been told no matter how many you have, you still grieve a lifetime for the ones you lose.