Being reminded each day of that day is a pain that many live through. Losing a child hurts like no other hurt. Surviving is not an easy thing to do. I, too, dread to see the sun rise tomorrow. My heart tells me to just sleep through the day. But nothing will erases the agonizing sorrow that I've know since you went away. Oh how I've longed to see my child again. To look into your eyes once more. To know what you would have contributed to life. To see what avenues were yours to explore! Now I dread for "that day" to arrive. And I know how other mothers feel. That day draws nigh for her to cry again. And that terrific pain is just as real. For the day that my child left my side; It's a day that I want to erase. Oh how it brings misery and pain for me. Now oh yes now, it's here for me to face! I'll need a helping hand to get through each hour that passes me by> I'll need some hands to help me stand and ears to hear me cry. So take a moment this day and think of me. Your prayers will see me through. And when the sun goes down tomorrow ... I'll being another year of weeping anew! Original poetry © Kaye Des'Ormeaux from Whispers from Heaven Linkware webset courtesy of Cathie Designs.