After my son died at 2 1/2 days, we had nowhere to turn for scripture, poetry, or images. During the past few years since, I've been collecting things that are meaningful to me, and hopefully will be to other Baby Loss Mamas (BLMs). Peace and love!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Bereaved Mother

The Bereaved Mother


To those of you who look away when I grow teary eyed in the baby department, look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart.

To those of you who change the subject when I speak my child's name, change your way of thinking. It may just change your whole life.

To those of you who roll your eyes and say we barely had them at all, how could we miss them so much, in our hearts we have seen them live a thousand times. We have seen their first steps, first day of school, their weddings, and their children. We have had them forever in our minds.

To those who say we can have another, even if we had twenty more they would never be the child we lost, and we will always miss them.

To those who say get on with my life, I have. 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.

Do not judge a 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 smiles, but her heart throbs.

She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, 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 shaped more than just the future generation. We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.

Open your eyes to us, and you just might see them.

~ Author Unknown

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

Thursday, September 30, 2010

I Will Not Say Goodbye - Danny Gokey

From: I will not say Goodbye

by Danny Gokey

I don't want to feel better
I don't want to not remember
I will always see your face
In the shadows of this haunted place
I will laugh, I will cry
Shake my fist at the sky
But I will not say goodbye

They keep saying time will heal
But the pain just gets more real
The sun comes up each day
Finds me waiting, fading, hating, praying
If I can keep on holding on
Maybe I can keep my heart from knowing that you're gone.
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