Don’t Tell Me
Please don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too.
Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true.
Please don’t tell me my daughter is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want her here with me.
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear her voice, see her face,
Beyond today I cannot see.
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot.
Don’t tell me to face the fact she is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop.
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more.
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before.
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child.
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while.
And please don’t hesitate to say her name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday.
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me,
You may like the new person I become someday.
God bless you Dear Mercy and keep you. May he give you the strength to bear this load.
With love and sympathy
Hilda Sanguv. (Auntie Kike)