it is when people ignore what has happen to us. I can see it in their
eyes when they see me from a distance. Almost a cringe of not wanting
to have to talk to me. Not knowing what to say... I know people
don't want to make us sad and not talking about her or asking how we
are doing is the way they think they can do this. We will always be
sad and have that hole in our hearts for our baby girl. It makes me
more sad inside when people act like nothing has happened. We WERE
pregnant for 9mths and we HAD a baby that died. It is what it is....
we will always talk about Mamie she is our daughter and this is our
reality. What a great way to sum it all up with this poem.
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
~ Elizabeth Dent ~