Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Grief

Here is a poem, that I have no ideal where it came from. But I thought I would share it with all of you my cyber friends. It tells what I need. When Pat wrote me last night, she said it best when said she could only help by being there if I needed her. So I will post this poem

Don't tell me that you understand
don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for the task,
Apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers
that can only come from me,
don't tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgment
of the bonds I must untie
Don't tell me how to grieve,
don't tell me when to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you and your love. . .
Unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
and say, "My friend, I care"

Author Unknown

4 comments:

Butternutsage said...

Shelia please know that I am listening, here is a kleenex for you!

Hugs~Donna

Pat said...

I will always be there for you - unconditionally - my dear friend. Love you!

Anonymous said...

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU AND WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU. I CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN I CAN EXPRESS.*

Carolyn King said...

(((sheila)))