Tomorrow, a week before many mothers will celebrate Mothers Day in the US, is recognized in the lives of far too many... as International Bereaved Mothers Day. Never in a lifetime does a parent prepare to face the loss of a child, their own child. So many little lives have come and gone out of my own life, little lives who have had such a tremendous impact on who I am and where I've gone... forever in our hearts to stay:
Ask My Mom How She Is
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, She never did before
But from now until she dies, She’ll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is And because she can’t explain,
She will tell a little lie because she can’t describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is, She’ll say”I’m alright.”
If that’s the truth, then tell me,why does she cry each night ?
Ask my Mom how she is She seems to cope so well,
She didn’t have a choice you see, Nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is,”I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping.”
For God’s sake Mom, just tell the truth, Just say your heart is broken.
She’ll love me all her life, I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is, She’ll lie and say she’s fine.
I am here in Heaven, I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don’t listen, Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again, We’ll smile and I’ll be bold.
I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mom, With all the lies you told!”