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Remembering
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Go
ahead and mention my child,
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The
one that died, you know.
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Don't
worry about hurting me further,
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The
depth of my pain doesn't show.
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Don't
worry about making me cry,
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I'm
already crying inside.
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Help
me to heal by releasing
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The
tears that I try to hide.
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I'm
hurt when you must be silent,
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Pretending
he didn't exist.
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I'd
rather you mention my child,
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Knowing
that he has been missed.
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You
asked me how I was doing,
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I
say "pretty good" or "fine".
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But
healing is something ongoing.
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I
feel it will take a lifetime.
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By:
Elizabeth Dent
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