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Grief Poems
Don’t tell me you know how I feel,
You haven’t walked in my shoes.
Don’t tell me I have other children to love,
That won’t bring back the son that I lost.
Don’t tell me to get out of the house,
Maybe I just want to stay here and mourn
for my lost son.
Don’t tell me it will get better,
From my point of view it will never be better.
Don’t tell me it could be worse,
How much worse than this could it be.
Don’t tell me to trust in God,
I do trust in Him and love Him,
That won’t bring my son back
Don’t tell me to eat and take care of myself,
Maybe the food won’t stay down.
Maybe I don’t care about myself right now.
Don’t tell me to try to get some sleep,
Don’t you think I would love to sleep?
Don’t tell me all this,
You haven’t walked in my shoes.
Do tell me you care.
Do tell me you love me.
Do tell me you will be there if I need you.
If I need to just talk to call you.
Or better yet, you call me.
Just listen, that’s all, just listen.
Do let me cry.
Do let me mourn.
Do let me experience this
terrible loss that I feel.
Do pray for me.
That is all I ask.
Copyright © 2001 by Floria Kelderhouse. All rights reserved.
I hear little children laughing
and the sound brings my soul such pain.
Yet I know in my heart that life goes on
and I must learn to live again.
Some days I stay so busy
I don’t even realize you’re gone.
Then there are all of those other days when
I feel like I can’t go on.
Sometimes I think I dreamed you…
that you never existed for real.
You’ve been gone so long and I’m just not strong
for my life has become surreal.
They tell me it’s time to let go
and build a new life without you.
But the builder is weak and I can’t even speak
and I don’t know what else to do.
How long will this pain last, Lord?
How many tears have I already cried?
It seems like forever since my world fell apart
when my loved one died.
Copyright © 2001 by Ferna Lary. All rights reserved.
When I see your face, I can't stop crying
If I said I was okay, I'd be lying
I look at you now and wonder what went wrong
I know you don't have all that long
As hard as it will be, you'll be happier up there
You have earned all your feathers to get up in the air
My time with you has been a lot of fun
But now I realize it is all done
I couldn't change this no matter how hard I tried
One day you will move away and be with family
In your bed you would have died
Be happy then and put all bad thoughts aside.
About the author: Emily is 13 years old and after seeing her Grandpa in palliative care needed to write this song.
Copyright: November 18, 2002 Emily Amero
The planes came,
And took away our innocence.
The towers tumbled down,
As children's blocks to the ground.
And God wept.
People came,
All colors, races and religions.
To help, to save, to mourn, to give.
They came together as one.
And God hoped.
A few survivors,
So many lost and so much pain.
Our lives changed forever.
Down, but not defeated.
And God watched.
A nation reborn,
New strength, goodness and courage.
We will go on, we have learned.
United we stand.
And God smiles.
Copyright © 2001 by Karen March. All rights reserved.
God created the heavens and the wind in the trees
He gave us sun in the morning and the big bumble bees
After all this beauty, God still wasn't through
So he created a angel and named him Andrew
Andrew came to us one day in December
A small fragile angel we'd always remember
This Little One needed so much just to live
No one could imagine how much he would give
This small little angel showed us a way
To find the joy of living each and every day
Asking the question, "What is your name?"
Forever our lives were never the same.
A few favorite things this angel had too,
like chewing gum, thin mints and cold Mountain Dew,
Pennies in the pockets of his worn overalls,
and rides on a cycle with his loving grandpa.
This angel named Andrew, so loved you could see
by Mommy, Daddy and his whole family.
He thrived and he grew beyond all expectation,
this work of the heart, God's lovely creation.
Then, as God planned, he called Andrew home.
But he promised the family they were never alone
See, love is a spirit that grows within you,
as we live every hour, we remember…Andrew
Though we can't kiss him or caress his sweet face,
We can still one day see him in a beautiful place,
Where all children are happy and angels abound
This is where our little Andrew is found.
Living on earth just won't be the same
without our little angel, Andrew's his name.
Some day we will find him, when it's our name God calls
We will see our Angel
with pennies in the pockets of his worn overalls.
Copyright © 2001 by Doris Hooker. All rights reserved.
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