Don’t ask me to lie an tell you I’m ok to make you feel better,
It happened, I’m not over it and I never will be now, or forever.
I still can’t believe it’s true from day to waking day,
Would you ever be able to picture your child in this most profound of ways?
Don’t ask me to lie and tell you, “in time I know I can accept it.”
How well would you accept a day in your life that was the most horrific?
I know you mean well, and I know you may not be able to see my tears,
mostly because I’ve just learned how to hide it much better from your eyes and ears.
Don’t ask me to lie and I may be able to open up to you.
And please don’t be frightened off if I shed a tear or two.
They’re not always sad tears; in fact, most often they’re quite happy.
All memories are quite powerful, some leave you sad, others leave you laughing.
So, if you don’t ask me to lie and just take hold of my hand,
Maybe we’ll both get to a place where we can share and understand.
But in all honesty, it hasn’t even been quite two years,
I’m still rather so new at this and it comes with many fears.
I wish I could make it better, but only God can take away my pain.
In the meantime, let’s try to enjoy all of our little memories in conversation.
His stories will never bore me, all the while, not paying too much mind to the tender droplets of rain,
That may flow ever so gently down my cheek, from time to time, during this, “my” season of tribulation.
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God Bless you and your family. Matt's Mom
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