Stephi and Mark,, so sorry to hear of your lost. My heart goes out to you. You will be in my prayers and thoughts.
Don’t Tell Me
Please don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me my child is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want her here with me,
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear her voice, see her face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face the fact she is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don’t hesitate to say her name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.
My choice would be number 7 in the black script. It conveys the beauty and eligance of a true lady/woman by its most delicate movement of lines. * Steps gracefully away from the ballot box, whispers to Martin “Thank you”. Then smiles at all and walks away.*
Well if your from Forum 1 guess that explains why I did not know your name. I am from Forum 3 ……. 40s room…….bit old for ya I guess,lol. * Watches as he runs other way*
Welcome back chicken_man………rememeber meeeeeee???????lol Because unless you used another nick here, I don’t remember a ” chicken_man”. But good to see ya back anyways.