
Cumulative Effect of Child-Loss Grief
Cumulative effect of our grief
Adds to the loss, our trauma.
Year upon year of no relief,
Layers of pain, makes me "Trauma Mama."
Another birthday without her,
Hole in the Holiday with one gone,
Our family forever altered
When one's away and can't come home.
The room, however filled,
Is still missing that one ~
No matter the news that thrills,
Our little one is gone.
Optical illusions ~ some see the whole;
Mommy and Daddy feel . . . the hole,
Our family forever altered,
One unique voice, one unique laugh has faltered.
Cumulative effect of our grief
Adds to the loss, our trauma.
They, still feel the love, we, the thief . . .
That stole one, changing Mommy into "Trauma Mama."
How can there be merry-makings
When our Merry has been taken?




















