Time

(Grief Poems - Loss Of A Child)

I thought that time was healing

All the hurt you left behind,

That empty spaces could be filled…

My arms, my heart, my mind;

And though my body looks the same

As it did when you were here,

The emptiness is growing

Even bigger with each year.

I thought that time was healing

All the agonizing pain,

That as the tears were fading,

Soon I wouldn’t feel the same.

And though I can be smiling

And you think that I’ll survive,

The pain is in my blood now;

I have nowhere else to hide.

I thought that time was healing

All the loss a mother feels;

That now you live within my heart,

I had you near me still.

But I need so much to touch you,

To see you smile again,

And those memories I’m told are mine

Can never feel the same.

I thought that time was healing

All the while the mask was worn,

That underneath a new me

Was waiting to be born.

But now I find I am the mask;

It helps to keep me safe,

And though my heart is breaking,

You won’t see it in my face.

I thought that time was healing

All those tears my eyes have seen,

That aching arms that miss you

Could be satisfied with dreams;

But here I am, in pain again

And healing stands alone.

A mother weeps, the world can see

For a child who can’t come home.

I Lost My Child Today

(Grief Poems - Loss Of A Child)

People came to weep and cry

As I just sat and stared, dry eyed.

They struggled to find words to say

To try and make the pain go away.

I walked the floor in disbelief.

I lost my child today.

I lost my child last month.

Most of the people went away.

Some still call and some still stay.

I wait to wake up from this dream;

This can’t be real … I want to scream!

Yet everything is locked inside.

God, help me, I want to die.

I lost my child last month.

I lost my child last year.

Now people who had came, have gone.

I sit and struggle all day long,

To bear the pain so deep inside.

And now my friends just question, Why?

Why does this mother not move on?

Just sits and sings the same old song.

Good heavens, it has been so long.

I lost my child last year.

Time has not moved on for me.

The numbness it has disappeared.

My eyes have now cried many tears.

I see the look upon your face,

“She must move on and leave this place.”

Yet I am trapped right here in time,

The song is the same, as is the rhyme,

I lost my child … Today.

~ Netta Wilson