A poem I wrote for my grief group
You tell me I have grieved enough,
That this is life, and life is tough;
That time will heal, I’ll love again,
That the world is full of plenty of men;
That I have other children to raise and to love,
That I cheat them when the one missing I think of;
That it was my mother’s or father’s time to go,
As if you could possibly know;
That I have more than one sister or brother,
As if one could ever take the place of another.
That I need to move on and quit my wallowing,
When you have no idea how many tears I am swallowing;
That I shouldn’t show my deepest heartbreak,
For the children, and everyone else’s sake.
That I should be happy for the time that we had,
To focus on the good times instead of being sad;
It can only be deep ignorance that you emboldens,
In which case, remember this: Silence is golden.