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Poem Number 8864
I stand and sing "Amazing Grace"
While doubt is eteched upon my face
Heaven is so far away
If I could only see him play
Or laugh again at his childish charms
Instead God grabed him from my arms
His body now is laid down to sleep
To short a time , he was mine to keep
I simply cannot understand
Jesus, are you holding his little hand
I yearn to feel his precious touch
This child of mine I Loved so much
Aron, boy child, never to be a man
Mommy will join you as soon as I can
what can be said for this one except, do you see my tears?
I got goosebumps.This is a very poignant poem and well written. Sorry for your loss. Jane
One major wow here ,,,,,nice job ,,,,Dm4us
a tribute like this has its own special place.
I can see the war between your hurt and your faith, but please realize your hurt is normal and to be able to write it and express it helps. There is an underlying anger at God and that to is normal in such a loss. Poetry helps to release much, I know, believe me I know....."Sadness"
Losses like that are not among life's pleasantries, and sometimes people do get angry at God.. some momentarily, others much longer, that's because they lose sight of who their God is, one never having to answer to anybody, but for many, He does answer, also strengthen, and faith, sometimes never even suffers a scratch - helping make life inspirational.
losing a child for me, would certainly not be inspirational. i certainly hope this is not autobiographical. it doesn't seem so. i would be so angry at god i wouldn't know how to go on with life or be forgiving. this poem does not seem to express the proper emotion for someone who has suffered the loss of a child.
Observant. Now, you're on to something, of course, open to your own interpretation. As for anger and loss, people's coping abilities surprise them every day.
I posted the poem but it is the words of my friend as she screamed them and cryed them and wrote them. I took words from a tear stained page. She is trying to make sense and cope while holding on to her faith in God. It happened months ago and she still is trying to cope. But it is not for us to forgive God, his wisdom surpasses anything we can think or imagine. She has a strong faith and she needs that faith. People have loved ones die everyday, and they get through it without hating God. I only wanted to show her struggle and let anyone that may battle similar feelings to know they were not alone. As for last commentator you are so right, no one knows their coping abilities until they are there, and often they surprize themselves. I myself had a child born with a birth defect and when people told me "I could never handle that" I said oh yes you would, you handle what you have to.
comment #6 would seem to try to make the person feel gulity for feeling confused and angered. that's wrong. the last thing that women would need would be guilt to add to her burden.
perhaps the comment showed a 'common' intuitiveness. Where coping likeliness was not established, we can't deny the right to sadness.
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