PLEASE
PLEASE, don’t ask me if I’m over it yet.
I’ll never be over it.
PLEASE, don’t tell me she’s in a better place.
She isn’t here with me.
PLEASE, don’t tell me you know how I feel
Unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE, don’t ask me if I feel better.
Bereavement isn’t a condition that clears up.
PLEASE, don’t tell me at least you had her for so many years
(or that I'm lucky that I lost her before I became too attached)
What year would you choose for your child to die?
PLEASE, don’t tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.
PLEASE, just say you are sorry.
PLEASE, just say you remember my child, if you do.
PLEASE, just let me talk about my child.
PLEASE, mention my child’s name.
PLEASE, just let me cry.
Written by Rita Moran (in Compassionate Friends)
