Life keeps moving forward
hours, days, weeks and even months
all the gatherings are over
everyone has said their goodbyes
sent their condolences and yet
I’m still the mother of a dead child
my daughter is never coming home
i’ll never again see her beautiful smile
hear her wonderful laughter
hug her tight
because my child is dead
It’s supposed to get easier with time,
everyone says it gets easier
these people have never experienced this
these people have never had their life
turned upside down with a phone call
felt their heart ripped out
cried until they puked
and screamed
these people don’t have a dead child
Life keeps moving forward
It becomes like a television show
you try to remember your part
to play the person you used to be
but the characters have changed
the plot no longer a comedy
more of a dark, unscripted drama
comedies don’t have funerals
there’s nothing funny about a dead child
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