is the key to
survival for
bereaved parents
Talk to someone!

And through all the tears,
and the sadness
and the pain,
comes the one thought
that can make me
internally smile again:
   I have Loved!

   *   *   *   *
The first time a memory
slides over us like a wave
of warmth,
we have turned the
corner of our grief.

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St. Peters, MO 63376

Bereaved Parents of the USA, National Gathering

Miscellaneous Poems
Articles by Margaret Gerner | A Place | About Being Strong | Candles
How Many Children Do You Have? | If We Could Have a Lifetime Wish | Lights of Love
Look at yourself in the mirror | Nine Years or Nine Hundred | The Elephant in the Room
This I Can Share | Too Quiet | We cannot give you back | We Need to & Storms
Why Can't I Let Go | Why Clichés Drive Us Crazy | Wish
Poems on Time| Poems by Sascha | Miscellaneous
Grief is neither
a sign of weakness
nor a lack of faith.
It is the price we pay
for love.
by Darcie Sims
Surely there is no journey
as lonely, nor one embarked
upon with more pain, than
the walk a grieving parent
takes through the wilderness
of grief.
- Are You Weeping with Me, God?

Time does not really heal
a broken heart;
it only teaches a person
how to live with it.

Cry all you want,
Laugh when you can

Those we love remain with us,
for love itself lives on,
And cherished memories never fade
because a love one's gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
For as long as there is memory,
they'll live on in the heart.

The Last Trick or Treater
It’s late Halloween night,
The candle in the pumpkin is nearly out.
The candy is almost gone,
The doorbell rings one last time.
It’s a little boy in costume
With a jack-o-lantern for his treats,
Only he has no candy
And he has no one waiting for him in the dark.
As he leaves, he stops,
turns around and waves to me.
Could it be?





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