A Poem for My Friends
I ask you not to grieve with me
For my loss you cannot know
And please don't tell me how you understand
But this is just how
some things go.
I ask you not to know my pain
Or tell me it was God's will
And please don't tell me how another child
Will my ache and my need fulfill.
There are times when words are void of meaning
There is nothing that anyone can say
Just hold my hand and sit with me
Till I can cope in a better way.
Pray for me and the child we lost
Help me believe in a better day
Help me to hope and to somehow know
I'll survive this all some way.
And when I mention
Kristi's name
Please try not to look ashamed
For I loved her more than life itself
And I will always speak her name.
Do not tell me it should be over now
And we cannot change the past
You cannot understand, my friend,
This grief does not leave when asked!
Just bear with me, in my grief
and the turmoil of my mind
And pray that on some future day
I'll not comfort you in kind.
by Corry Roach
(Kristi's name substituted for his daughter's, Lindsay)
