Being There | Grief Help Poems

Being There
(Grief Poems Loss Of Child)

Do you know of someone
whose precious child has died?
Perhaps she is a neighbor or friend
with whom you can confide.

You assume that she is suffering
a tragedy so deep ..
That there is nothing you can do
since all she does is weep.

You feel that if you see her
there is nothing you can say ..
That would make her precious
child come back
Or make the pain go away.

And if by chance you meet her
and have to face her grief ..
You’ll do your very best
to make this meeting brief.

You’ll talk about the weather
or the lady down the lane ..
But you’ll never mention her child
that would cause her too much pain!

And when the funeral is over
and all is said and done ..
You’ll go home to your family
and she’ll be all alone.

She’ll go on, she’ll be all right
time heals or so it seems ..
While she’s left alone to pick up the pieces
of her shattered life and dreams.

– OR-

You can open up your heart
and find that special place ..
Where compassion and true giving
are awaiting your embrace.

‘Today I’m thinking of you
in a very special way,’ ..
Or, how about ‘I love you!.’
are some loving things to say.

Sometimes a very simple task
like picking up the phone ..
Can help her feel not-so-quite
desperately alone.

Whatever comes from a genuine heart
can not be said in vain ..
For the truth is, it’s these very things
that lessen her great pain.

And when you let her talk about her child
who is now dead but in Heaven ..
You’ll know this is far greater
than anything you’ve said.

So will you reach out with all your soul
and let her know you care?
For in the end there’s no substitute
for simply BEING THERE!

– Debi L. Pettigrew

My Dad Is A Survivor – Grief Poems

My Dad Is A Survivor

(Grief Poems)

My dad is a survivor, too

which is no surprise to me.

He’s always been like a lighthouse

that helps you cross a stormy sea.

But, I walk with my dad each day

to lift him when he’s down.

I wipe the tears he hides from others.

He cries when no one’s around.

I watch him sit up late at night

with my picture in his hand.

He cries as he tries to grieve alone,

and wishes he could understand.

My dad is like a tower of strength.

He’s the greatest of them all!

But there are times when he needs to cry.

Please be there when he falls.

Hold his hand or pat his shoulder

And tell him it’s okay.

Be his strength when he’s sad

Help him mourn in his own way.

Now, as I watch over my precious dad

from the Heavens up above

I’m so proud that he’s a survivor

And, I can still feel his love!

Too True, Too Often | Friendship Poems

Too True, Too Often
(Friendship Poems – Inspirational Poems)

Too often we don’t realize
What we have, until it is gone ..
Too often we wait, too late to say
“I’m sorry .. I was wrong.”

Sometimes it seems, we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts ..
And we allow, the petty things
To tear our lives apart.

Far too many times, we let
Unimportant things into our mind ..
And then, it’s usually too late
To see what made us blind.

So, be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you ..
Take that time to say the words
Before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you’ve got ..
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot.

I Thought That Time Was Healing

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.