Health & Fitness
Picking up the pieces... 21
Our children remain our children through our memory of them. Their memory is sustained through speaking about them, and our feelings about their death. Deny this and you deny their life...
Cat Burke shared Amber Jenine Bailey's
"My poem I wrote about my thoughts on the month of December.
December 1, 2013, 10:24 pm"
DECEMBER
The month that brought on the cold.
The cold weather, and the cold-hearted.
The month that has stolen a precious jewel from me.
Beware of December, because it can be quite tricky.
With promises of a "Merry Christmas" and a "Happy New Year" to follow.
All the while, this month has only brought me sorrow.
I will NEVER FORGET what happened this month, two years ago.
And I will ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT IT HAS COST ME.
My best friend, HAS BEEN MURDERED.
And ALL THAT I ONCE HAD - IS NOW LOST TO ME.
What December has brought, I would gladly GIVE BACK.
My eyes are now open TO WHAT MAY ATTACK.
Should I close my eyes even for a moment,
My FEAR would consume me, and leave words unspoken.
NO MAN OR WOMAN COULD PUT THEIR FEET IN MY SHOES,
And try to pretend to see things the way I DO.
For SHE was not in your life, the way she was in mine.
I look at life now, and see all of the blind.
So all that's left to do is sit back and pop pills,
For the TRAUMA, and still I'm sick with fear.
The fear of
"Oh GOD, what will December bring this year?"
