Don't be afraid to ask a bereaved mother about her child . . .
When You Ask....
When you ask about him
leave your fears at the door
Your questions open each window
watch the sunlight stream in
I see his infectious grin
the soft hand inside mine
Come, sit, let me tell you
these times are too rare
When you ask about him
you release permission
And I need this sunshine
like daily bread
I can warm these rooms
with the life-giving memories
When you ask about him
you bring the flowers that never die.
~ Alice J. Wisler
This is spoken from the heart. I am a pediatric critical care nurse and my passion is for parents and children who deal with chronic and terminal illnesses. I love your poem, and I agree that it is more important to ask then to ignore.
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Thanks, Terri!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the work you do. Thanks for reading this poem.
~ Alice