Above is a photo of my late son and wife at work
Below is a poem I wrote after I was widowed
over 20 yrs ago.
I put it on my blog today as I had a bad night
going through the grieving process
My mother who gave me the gift of life
Had just passed away.
My husband who was so very ill
Went with her to stay.
You'll see me at my window,
With an intake of breath I sigh.
You'll hear me say just one word.
That one word is "Why?"
Why did this have to happen.
Did I do something wrong?
My questions are so endless,
They go on and on.
I kick through the leaves of Autumn,
Deep in thought am I.
The only word on my lips,
As I just whisper "Why?"
The emotions are so endless,
Anger, guilt, and tears from the heart I cry.
They run down my face unashamedly
As I ask people "Why?"
Perhaps I'll never know the answer
Until the day I die.
As I am gently led by the hand,
I'll then know the reason "Why?"
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 2008:
from the book
Negative V. Positive
Those who have experienced the loss
of a child will understand how I feel.
Those who haven't
I hope you never will.