Missing You
After my son died, my mom wrote a poem that I want to share here:
Missing You
I will miss our mornings
When you came to my bed,
When grandma would feed you
And rub your sweet head.
I will miss that warm smile
And the glow in your eyes
As I search for your star
In the late night skies.
I will forever miss you
And your slobbery kiss,
Your crack me up laugh
That gave me pure bliss.
Your grandma loves you
Each second, each day.
I’ll forever be saddened
You were taken away.
The loss of a child is more than just a personal loss, it stretches to all members of a family. The natural progression of life is disrupted and the level of grief reaches out and touches the lives of anyone who is part of your life. It’s important to share that grief with all of those around and keep in mind that they, too, are working through their own loss in their own way.
innovatel replied:
The poem is very beatiful because it was writing with the Heart and Love!
I think it’s a very very ugly moment for you and your family …
A big and strong sign of support …
February 20, 2008 at 8:51 am. Permalink.
mukul replied:
I wish to share few words from a poem .I am not the author but I have always found it full of meaning.
To all parents
I’ll lend You for a little time
A child of mine,”He said,
“For You to love while he lives
and mourn for when he is dead.”
“It may be six or seven years,
or twenty- two or three,
But will you till I call him back
Take care of him for Me ?
He will bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You will have his memories
As solace for your grief
“I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn
“I have looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes
I have selected you.
“Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again ?”
I fancied that I heard them say
“ Dear Lord, Thy will be done:
For all thy joy Thy child shall bring
The risk of grief we’ll run.
“We ‘ll shelter him with tenderness’
We”ll love him while we may’
And for the happiness we’ve known
Forever grateful stay:
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief
That comes, and try to understand.”
from Mukul
March 15, 2008 at 8:12 pm. Permalink.