Wednesday's Woe - Like It Was Yesterday - (The Trauma They Don't Know About…)

Wednesday's Woe

Like It Was Yesterday...

(The Trauma They Don't Know About…)

I dreamed of my child today,

A young adult, just like she was then!

(Not as a child

Like I usually dream)

We were sitting together,

She, filling out forms,

Me, concerned about her

All, like it was yesterday…

She went with some doctors

They took her away

They came back a minute later

Saying, "She died."

I was just with her!

It can't be.

Disbelief!

I wake up ~

Relieved!

Coming out of my deep sleep

My mind scrambled

To make sense of now.

Realization.

But, she is gone!

She was killed!

Back to my living nightmare…

But… I was just with her!

It was all so real…

Just moments ago, with her!

Agitated for hours now,

not knowing why…

Then I weep…

I was just with her---

Now she's gone.

Again...

Grief starts all over

Like it was yesterday…

~~~

Poem - Like It Was Yesterday ~Angie Bennett Prince - May 5, 2014

Dreams Graphic, thanks to 

Jackie Wergin-Trudeau / FB

C.S. Lewis Quote, thanks to

Quotes

Casie Hawkins on Pinterest

Friday's Faith - Why Do Our Dreams Have to Deceive Us?

Friday's Faith

Why Do Our Dreams Have to Deceive Us?

Comfort Amidst "The Great Deceiver"

I dreamed of you last night;

You were between two and three years old.

Time with you was a delight,

Time with you, much better than gold...

I awakened, laughing so hard

At some of my antics with you;

And then, I cried, equally hard

Awak'ning to face...life without you.

Such is the life of a child-loss griever

When e'en dreams become "The Great Deceiver."

After such dreams, I've been grouchy all day,

Left longing for you, and our carefree play...

So hard to embrace life, living with death

Where grieving for you consumes every breath.

God, come to Your child ~ hold me as I cry,

Held close to Your heart, in Your bosom I'll lie.

When I lost you my child, in your nineteenth year,

I didn't know I'd be left to grieve your every year ~

Not just mourning my teen, but your every year between;

Losing all ages of you is downright obscene.

God bless us child-loss daddies and mommies,

Left to face life after death's wasting tsunamis.

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