Poem: To All of My Grieving Mothers

 

Poem

 To All of My Grieving Mothers

 

This beautiful poem is by the author Naomi Johnsons for all grieving mothers. It has been said by the masses that a parent or parents should not have to bury a child. A child should be buried with the parents or parents.  The transit agency, police, prosecutors’ spokespersons, attorneys, judges, and governor need to stop calling these deaths accidents because the Washington DC Department of Transportation has on its records that the correct term is crashes. These are human lives that the family members can never get back and can’t get an opportunity to correct the mistake!

TO ALL OF MY GRIEVING MOTHERS

WHO ARE FIGHTING A BATTLE THAT MOST PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND,

HOW WE ARE UNABLE TO PAINFULLY WITHSTAND

THE TRANSFORMATION OF OUR CHILDREN’S MISERY HAD DESTROYED US IN EVERY

CAPACITY AS WE STOOD BY AND CRIED.

I KNOW WE ALL FELT LIKE WE HAD DIED TOO,

AND THEY JUST FORGOT TO BURRY US WITH THE

TEARS RUN DOWN OUR EYES FEELING BLUE.

WE WITNESS THEM LAYING OUR CHILDREN TO REST

AS THE PAIN OF OUR CHILDREN'S DEATH IS BURIED DEEP INTO OUR CHESTS.

THE GREATEST LOSS WE SUFFER IS LOSING A CHILD, WHICH IS TRUE;

OTHERS WHO HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED OUR JOURNEY HAVE NO CLUE.

TO WHAT WE ARE GOING THROUGH.

OR HOW OUR PAIN OF MISSING OUR CHILDREN HAS PAINFULLY GROWN,

OUR LIFE OF NO MORALITY HAS EVOLVED INTO EVER-LASTING PAIN

FROM THE LOSS WE HAVE SADLY GAINED.

PEOPLE CAN NOT COMPREHEND THE NEW NORMALITY FOR THE US KNOWING

WE WOULD NEVER GET OVER THE LOSS WE FACE

SINCE OUR CHILDREN ARE NO LONGER HERE FOR US TO EMBRACE.

WE WOULD NEVER OVERCOME OUR LOSS, NOT IN A DAY, AN ETERNITY, OR A MILLION

YEARS.

WHILE MENTAL INSANITY SLOWLY INTERFERES.

NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY TO KEEP OUR AGONY AT BAY

AND FORCE OUR EYES TO STOP OUR TEARS FROM BEING ON DISPLAY.

THUS, OUR LOSS DOESN’T JUST CHANGE US. IT ANNIHILATES US

WITH AN EMOTIONALLY THRUST.

FOR THE REST OF OUR LIFE WITH ANOTHER LEVEL

OF INNER LONELINESS INVADE OUR HEART

 AND DEPRESSION QUICKLY TRAVELED THROUGHOUT OUR

 BODY TO SLOWLY TEAR US APART.

 

 BY NAOMI JOHNSON ©

DECEMBER 7,2016

FROM ONE GR IEVING MOTHER TO ANOTHER