A poem I found

Heatherhah

Don't tell me someday I'll hear her voice, see her face because beyond today, I cannot see.

Don?t tell me it is time to move on, because I cannot.

 Don?t tell me to face the fact she is gone, because denial is something I can't stop.

Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had, because I wanted more.

Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad, because i'll never be as I was before.

 What you can tell me is you will be here for me, that you will listen when I talk of my child.

You can share with me my precious memories, you can even cry with me for a while,

And please don't hesitate to say her name,

Because it is something I long to hear everyday

Friend please realize that I can never be the same.

But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.

Poppy715

So very true. Thank you. This is exactly how I feel so often. I always want to hear her name and for others to acknowledge that she existed and was and still is our child. 

karebear57

Thank you for sharing this. This poem is so true of how we all feel.

lolee465

I love this, thanks for sharing!

weddedwife

So true.