To Heal Is Not Mine
To heal is not mine....
With the words;
"In time you will heal",
many try to console me.
Though said with all good intent,
there is no consolation;
only hurt and anger I feel.
For those words translate to me;
that there should be a limit
to my grief and that in time...
I should be okay with my loss.
To heal is to.....
cure, make well, restore;
those words.... those utterances
have no relevancy to my loss.
So to heal is not mine.
Oh...but there is a promise
that the future holds I'm told,
hence; in all desperation and
with all might I grasp hold;
just as a frightened child clutches
the strong and secure hand
of her towering father.
The promise of a perfect and
everlasting healing...when life
to many sleeping in death
will surely be restored.
So alas until then....
To heal is not mine.
By; Joan Marie Peranteau (mommy)
Dedicated to and written in regards to my son
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson.
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