I stole this off of Barb's blog! Thanks for postinig it Barb...you're right...it does say it all:
Remembering
by Elizabeth Dent
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who died you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine."
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
Barbs blog: http://barbaraboucher.blogspot.com
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It says everything I wanted to say to those around me who practically ignored the loss of my son.
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beautiful and exactly how I feel xx
Dear Heather, I am so sorry that you didn't get to keep your two precious babies--Logan and Ben. They are in heaven with our Michael Benjamin Dent. Yes, I am Elizabeth Dent who wrote this poem, "Remembering." I'm so glad it is helping you and others who read it. I wrote it after a neighbor, who knew Michael had died, didn't even mention him. It broke my heart. Only a mom who has experienced this can understand. I pray for healing each day for you on your journey of grief. May God wrap His comforting arms around you. <3
My grandson was born at 22 weeks and your poem is exactly how his mom and dad are feeling. I've shared so people know its OK to talk about Oliver, I hope that's OK with you, your poem is a blessing
Heather, so very sorry for you tremendous loss. My son and daughter in law too loss their son last year. He was 2 months shy of full term when his adoring mom developed pre-eclampsia. She too was very sick after his delivery. It was devastating for our entire families. We are doing better, but my boy is still mourning for his son. I love this poem so much, but I’m afraid that it may be to soon to send it. Thank you so much, I loved it.
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