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