Go ahead

 Go ahead & mention my child,

The one that 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 heal be releasing

the tears I try to hide.

I’m hurting when you just keep

silent,

Pretending she didn’t exist

I’d rather you mention my child,

Knowing that she had been

missed.

You asked me how I am doing.

I say "pretty good" or "fine".

But the healing is something

ongoing.

I feel it will take a lifetime.

Written By

Elizabeth Dent