Season's Greetings

As the year comes to an end,

And everyone has greetings to send,

And reserves a place for the New Year to spend,

I put a smile on my face and pretend

That I am okay, as no one can fully comprehend

My heartache, neither a relative nor friend.

Forgive me, loved ones, I do not mean to offend

But my wounds will never mend

Since my grief and my blood blend.

I wish I could my history amend

And the movement of time suspend

Not having to face another year's end!

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents

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From TheGrief ToolBox

From the Compassionate Friends

From the Compassionate Friends

Grief Expert

Sorry about your tragedy,

Did you get over it?

If not at all,

at least a bit.

Have you healed

and overcome your pain?

Hope not to see you

sad ever again.

You have survived

life’s biggest blow,

You should be able,

to let go.

She did not suffer

and quickly went,

Instead of extending

your misery and lament.

Thank God you have

the other two,

They must have made it

easier for you.

Push your sadness

and sorrow behind,

Only keep your surviving

children in mind.

My tears

started to flow.

Is she a grief expert,

and I did not know!

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright © 2013
Author, Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents

Worldwide Candle Lighting

I wish heaven had a phone

Tears Fall

Tears fall and I start to cry

Others are shocked! They don't know why.

They prefer to forget and ignore

That emotions can’t be locked indoor!

People accept laughter and joy

And let tears and sadness annoy

Many things trigger my sorrow and grief.

Tears give me comfort and some relief

Isn’t it enough what I went through?

They shouldn’t question what I feel or do.

I am lifting the barriers that suppress

All the feelings that I need to express.

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright © 2013
Author, Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents

From the Compassionate Friends

December 2013

لؤي طه كتب

همس يطوف حول عرش روحي 

فرح يطرق بابها المفتوح لعشقكِ

أمي غالية عمري قبل رحيله عنك 

وبعد أن صار غيابي حضور عندك 

رسائل حب تصلني يكتبها نبض قلبك 

أمي يا تاج الوفاء 

كيف أموت واسمي دوما برفقة اسمك 

أحبكِ وهل تكفيك يا أمي حروف أحبكِ ؟

حبيبة عمرك " سمر " 

You Are Not Alone- Daily Tribune News 22/11/2013

Click on link

http://dt.bh/category/e-paper/?datepicker=22%2F11%2F2013#/6

الدكتورة رنده ربحي حماده /الفاجعة التي افقدتها ابنتها تستحق النشر

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Creators-مبدعون-فلسطينيون/103552476818?hc_location=timeline

Grief Journey

People wish not to admit and believe

That for you, I still everyday grieve.

They don't realize that my pain is profound

After I buried my own child underground;

And think that with time I can forget

Allow joy into my heart, and my life reset.

They just can not at all comprehend

Grieving for one's own child can never end.

I am so lonesome in my grief

Nothing gives me any comfort or relief.

My grief journey will be lifelong

It is wearying but love keeps me strong.

Sadness escorts me as I, alone, walk

Reminisce and, on my tears choke.

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright © 2013
Author, Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents

من بين عتمة الليل- لؤي طه

هدية من معلمة الدين التي درست سمر

مع الشكر للسيده ليلى الرويعي

أمي سمعت دقات قلبك تناديني

أمي سمعت دقات قلبك تناديني

حزنت لأنك تتأوهين وتبكيني

 جئت لأراك حتى لو كنت لا تريني

لم تبكين؟ ألأنهم يريدونك أن لا تذكريني

وتطوين صفحة من عمرك وتنسيني

دعوها بشأنها فبين أضلعها تأويني"

ألا يحق للصابرة أن تشتاق لي وتحاكيني؟

تتألم بصمت وتحيا بحبها فهو لها كالأوكسجين

وحاجتها لذكري أكثر من حاجة الدم للشراين؟

".فخورة بك ياأمي!  قوية العزيمة والإيمان والدين

رنده ربحي حماده©  ٢٠١٣ 

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمولفة

From the Grief Toolbox

From the Grief Toolbox, Oh How I Miss You, Daughter Dear

http://thegrieftoolbox.com/artwork/oh-how-i-miss-you-daughter-dear#.UnKiWMopo6Y.email

Miss You Samar

November 2013

From the Grief Toolbox

A Quote from Healing Hugs

I'm Far but Near

I’m gone, Mother Dear,

For you I’m far, but still very near

Yet, to others this is not clear

Since the dead don’t appear

Do tell them Mother, “don’t fear”

Perhaps they will react, or shed a tear

Tell at least those close and sincere,

You sense my presence and know I'm near

And that I send you comfort and cheer

Through a song or words you hear,

A dream or a gentle whisper in your ear

Or a warm hug, Mother, Dear.

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright © 2013
Author, Summer Rays: Solace for Bereaved Parents