First… Walk a Mile in My Shoes
Many poems in today's post are thanks to "Grieving Mothers"
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Angel in Heaven
There's a special Angel in Heaven
that is a part of me.
It is not where I wanted her
but where God wanted her to be.
She was here but just a moment
like a nighttime shooting star.
And though she is in Heaven
she isn't very far.
She touched the heart of many
like only an Angel can do.
We held her every minute
for the end we all knew.
So I send this special message
to the Heaven up above.
Please take care of my Angel
and send her all my love.
contributed by Grieving Mother, G. T.
A Thanksgiving Prayer for Grieving Families
Dear Father who art in Heaven...
Please join our family on this Thanksgiving day
And bless each one as we sit down to pray
As we remember those who have joined You above
So dearly missed and deeply loved.
Please provide us strength on this Thanksgiving day
Bless us with memories of those faraway...
Please grant patience to family and friends as we grieve
And help us reach out to others who are bereaved.
We give thanks to You on this Thanksgiving day....
For Your presence in our lives each and everyday.
For Your comfort, guidance, and never ending love...
And for taking care of our loved ones...in Heaven above.
As we light this candle on this Thanksgiving day...
And it glows in memory of those in Heaven today....
May their lights always shine down on us and give us light...
And may we feel their presence along with Yours tonight.
May the peace and tranquility of this Thanksgiving day
Be an everlasting light within each of us along the way...
Lets bow our heads and give our Thanks to God above..
For our blessings, whether on earth or in Heaven above...
Walk With Me...
Walk With Me
Walk with me…
Walk in my shoes
for one single day.
Then you’ll see why
I need to pray.
Come live in my home
for a week or two
and then remember
I am just like you.
I didn’t ask for the things I was given
I didn’t choose this road I have taken
Walk a mile with me hand in hand
Then perhaps you will understand.
I’m not really complaining
about the stress in my life,
I know that we all have
some toil and some strife.
But walk with me, when you think
I am wrong, walk with me
and you’ll start to belong.
Embrace my sorrows,
like they are your own,
And then you will know me
And see I have grown.
The journey I take
is different from yours
My life took one of those
But this road that I travel
is not really so long,
If the people who watch me
will join in my song.
Listen to my footsteps
and watch how I dance
And then you will know me
and give me a chance.
Take heart and remember
It can happen to you,
who knows where my pathway
will cross over to you?
So speak to me softly
if you can’t understand
Remember I once stood
right there where you stand.
And walk with me gently
when the day is at end.
And then I will know
I can call you my friend.
THE EMPTY CHAIR
Every Holiday, we're greeted
By that ever empty chair.
Your place is always plated
In hopes that You are there.
Some say, You weren't invited,
But this day is just for You,
With prayers of thanks and blessings
And this invitation, Oh! So true.
A table sat for nine
When only eight are there
For this day in our lives,
With You, we want to share.
And when we laugh, or eat, or drink,
Each moment shared again;
Then I know that You have joined us
And each time.... I say Amen.
~Carolyn Ford Witt
Thanksgiving Day Go Away
Today is Thanksgiving what words can I say
Since my loved one was taken away
The anger,the grief the sorrow I feel
In my mind this is not real
We used to celebrate with family and friends
Now we are like the plague and avoided again
Nothing I did could change what I went through
All the torment I suffer all because I miss you
So as Thanksgiving begins on this day
I have no one to share for they went away
My day is empty and feel nothing but pain
Wishing you were here with me once again
So Thanksgiving to me is just another day
As I feel empty with no words left to say
Remember the good times and not the bad
For then in your heart (we) will be glad
I hope in time (we) will find peace and love
Sent by an Angel from God Above.
~Robert Walters Sr.
Unless You Have Walked In My Shoes
Please don't tell me to be strong
To be wise and stand up tall
Please don't urge me to move on
Don't treat me as if I am a pawn.
I'm not heartless, callous and cold;
I'm not brave nor very bold
I'm not as tough as I need to be
So understand, that's just not me!
It's not advice I seek from you
Just stand by me; let me work it through
And though I fight daily to stay alive
With family and friends I will survive.
Don't be so eager to be my judge
Unless you have walked in my shoes!
And though I don't hold a grudge
I'm still battered and bruised.
~by "Grieving Mothers"
The thought of being thankful
fills my heart with dread.
They’ll all be feigning gladness,
not a word about her said.
These heavy shrouds of blackness
enveloping my soul,
writhe in me, and coil.
I must, I must acknowledge,
just express her name,
so all sitting at the table,
know I’m thankful that she came.
Though she’s gone from us forever
and we mourn to see her face,
not one minute of her living,
would her death ever replace.
So I stop the cheerful gathering,
though my voice quivers, quakes,
make a toast to all her living.
That small tribute’s all it takes.
~Genesse Bourdeau Gentry
TCF, Marin/San Francisco, CA
Walk A Mile In My Shoes
I've been to hell and back on a rocky path of shards
falling along the way
I've played in fenced grassy yards
on a sunny day
I know what its like to win
I know what its like to lose
if you want to go to places I've been
walk a mile in my shoes
I've been accepted applauded respected by people along the way
I've been stepped on kicked beat rained on till I was wet on a cloudy day
sometimes its not what you choose
if you don't believe me
walk a mile in my shoes
I've been beat down thrown around
had my days of blues
I've been helped praised let down raised
by people with different views
if you want to see what its like
to be me
walk a mile in my shoes
just when I had enough times were too rough
sick of bad news
leaving town looking down
lost all I could lose
I noticed . . .
I was walking in your shoes
"Losing our child/children did not guarantee us that we would receive compassion and understanding from others. It did not guarantee us that family and friends would understand our pain, our heartbreak, our actions, our choices. It did not guarantee us that we would receive no more trial in our lives. Quite the opposite...we lose family and friends, we have been told to "get over it" "move on" to stop crying....well, one thing it does guarantee us is that we will meet the people we are supposed to meet, the ones who care, the ones who understand and I am thankful for those who have held my hand through this nightmare of a journey through grief for the past 7 1/2 years. Love you ALL!! ♥ Adam ♥
~by Grieving Mother, M. H.
Pictures, thanks to Grieving Mothers