Don’t tell me.

Please don’t tell me

you know how I feel,

unless you have lost your child too.

Please don’t tell me

my broken heart will heal

because that is just not true.

Please don’t tell me

my son is in a better place

though it may be true,

I want him here with me.

Don’t tell me someday

I’ll hear his voice

and see his face.

Beyond today I cannot see.

Don’t tell me

to face the fact he is gone.

Because denial

is something I can’t stop.

Don’t tell me to be thankful

for the time I had.

Because I wanted more.

Don’t tell me

when I am my old self

you will be glad.

I’ll never be as I was before.

What you can tell me

is you will be here for me.

That you will listen

when I talk of my child.

You can share with me

my precious memories.

You can even cry with me for a while.

And please don’t hesitate

to say his name.

Because it is something

I long to hear everyday.

Friend, please realize

that I can never be the same.

But if you stand by me, you may like

the new person I become someday.

Författare okänd.

Publicerad av Familjen Aboutaouk-Larsson

Vår familj består av två vuxna, två barn och en änglavakt. Livet förändrades när min 13-årige son plötsligt dog och bloggen handlar nu om livet som fortsätter. Det innehåller vårt familjeliv, pysseltips och mängder av renoveringar :)

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