mourning a child

Here with Me

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Death and Grief Poems

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I live in a place where the sun shines bright,
and the mountains meet up with the sea;
but it hurts my heart to have you gone,
and I wish you were still here with me.

I live with good people at home and at church,
and the people I love here, love me;
but it hurts my heart to have you gone,
and I wish you were here, desperately.

I know where you are, and I know you are safe
and that God puts us where we should be;
but it hurts my heart to have you gone,
and I wish you were still here with me.

Yes, it hurts every day, every moment you’re gone;
sometimes it’s a struggle to even go on.
On good days I’m peaceful just knowing you’re free,
but I wish you were here, desperately.

Oh, I wish you were still here with me.

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For more on the complicated feelings that ensue
when a suffering child loses his life,
read A Mother’s Grief.

Additional poems of mine on death, loss and grieving can be found here.

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