To The Parent Whose Child Is Still Here .. Eileen Green

To The Parent Whose Child Is Still Here

Eileen Green

You know my pain Not many do The Pain of waiting And not knowing Night after night Questions fogging our brains Will we wear black Will this be my pain For the rest of my life Little did we know

Not wearing black Does not relieve the ragged heart Or the grieving spirit We see daily constant struggles Pain we cannot physically feel That tortures us all the same A pain beyond what was known Stretching that threshold To hold What we would not have We have survived They have survived

But in our private thoughts We wonder Can this really be called a life This existence they lead

Our love is strong Unbreakable bond

But our souls sink Weighed down with sorrow and guilt In the back of our minds The nagging thought The question The words we dare not utter How would life be

If we had worn black Page I 19

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