Do Not Speak

They look at me almost saying “Do not speak,

Talking about her makes our mood bleak.

You know your daughter is gone forever,

Talk about the living, their news, whatever.”

They care more about their fear

And do not want to listen or hear.

I keep your happy memories live within

Sharing them, became hard even with my kin

But don’t worry, sweet daughter, dear

You are alive as long as I live. Have no fear.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2014, Copyright©
Author, Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents