Please be gentle
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving...
the sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away...
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day...
My heart is heavy with sorrow...
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask "WHY"...
At times my grief overwhelms me and I weep bitterly..
So great is my loss...
Please don't turn away from me
or tell me to move on with my life...
I must embrace my pain before I can heal...
Companion me through my tears...
sit with me in loving silence...
honour me where I am on this journey...
Don't forget me or my child...
Listen patiently to my story...
I may need to tell it over and over again...
It's how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss...
Nurture me though the weeks and months ahead...
Forgive me when I am distant or inconsolable...
A Small flame still burns inside my heart...
Memories trigger both laughter and tears...
There is no right or wrong way to grieve...
We each must find our own paths...
but... please will you walk beside me?
Jill B. Englar
rewritten with permission of the author
"These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints never touched the ground at all. Not one tiny footprint, for now I have wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things. You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angel's tears, of joy and not from pain. You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. I'll let you know I'm with you, if you just give me the chance. You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves. Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found on Mommy and Daddy's hearts. 'Cause even though I'm gone now, We'll never truly part."
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