Grief

Grief Trauma and loss, a child has died That never goes away …don't even try It's in every room,every breath,every step you take When Your asleep and when your awake Sometimes it is sneaky It will hide behind doors Or inside old boxes you never opened before A smell of formula still clings to his shirt An old pacifier covered in dust and in dirt Griefs’ favorite place to hide and surprise? when you go to bed and just close your eyes His face will appear,the smile he wore For just a few weeks,a few weeks before Or in dreams he cries and you look and listen but he's never there… you just missed him. It's in your husband's face,the look in his eye, when you believe it's your fault he died Never spoken out loud or even whispered but you see in their eyes,such guilt that look stirs Those days are misty… like fog over the lake It hides in there too just waiting to break For it blows the fog away when you least expect it and pieces are revealed, bit by bit…it's cruel and its vicious this grief and this pain And I'll never live a day without it again.