I’m past the denial, I accept
that you are gone,
I understand that my only
choice is simply to go on.
I’ve met other parents who
share my ordeal,
Most have assured me that
with time I will heal.
I’ve read all the books, and
gone to the meetings,
I’ve received many cards,
words of hope and warm greetings.
I am taking care of my physical
and mental health,
I am not worried with my personal
wealth.
I have worn your clothes and
slept in your bed,
I visit your grave where so
many have tread.
I’ve bought angels, cards,
and beautiful flowers,
I even go there when it’s
wet from rain showers.
I’ve saved the many mementos
of your life,
Reminders of good times, even
times full of strife.
I’ve framed many photos, your
smile is everywhere,
I talk to you often as though
you were here.
I shared your dreams and I
shared your goals,
I felt we were joined, even
deep in our souls.
I try not to dwell on all
that you’ve missed,
But think of the happy days
when we were so blessed.
I talk to God, I kneel and
I pray,
I ask Him to help make this
pain go away.
My days are so empty, so dark
are my nights,
I ask God to hold me until
there is light.
Our bond was unique, our love
was so strong,
Your dying so young was unfair,
it was wrong.
I am still your mother, and
you are my son,
Though Death has separated
us, it has not won.
I know that you live in the
palm of God’s hand,
In the place where angels
take care of His land.
Watch over and guide me while
I am still here,
Til it’s my time to join you,
my heart holds you near.
Written by Betsy Friedl, mother
of Drew Lawrence who died 10/9/99