You have been in my heart
for so long- since time
of fateful day your son died,
and we made our first contact.
I remember how afraid I was
communicating on your loss;
reaching out, but also praying
this never comes my way.
No matter how I tried,
my words, although appreciated,
could never erase finality
of loosing Matthew.
Yet, over months, now reaching years,
we have had opportunity to extend
from heart our tears, written words
of friendship- how we truly feel.
Spanning these months, I remember
the dress you hurriedly bought
and you wrote saying:
"I am not good at this sort of thing."
I also recall you being proud
of the photos displayed
in true depiction of the son
you so love very much.
There followed days of sadness,
guilt and deep yearning- a struggle
between letting go and taking control;
always remaining wife and mother.
Tears of yearning were always there
amidst smile and prayer, and longing-
attempts in word to find solace;
also to encourage others.
I could continue my journey,
express my feelings; pray you
keep safe and calm, but
I'll not do this to you.
Just know, there, in a cherished place
deep, very deep in my heart
is a place for you. . . and for Matthew,
where our words softly continue.
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Frans
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