(I did not write this poem, and as far as I know the author is unknown. But I could have written it because I absolutely relate, how about you?) This is a picture of my son, Carl, toasting his sister’s wedding.
I’ve lost a child, I hear myself say,
And the person I’m talking to just turns away
Now why did I tell them, I don’t understand.
It wasn’t for sympathy or to get a helping hand
I just want them to know I’ve lost something dear,
I want them to know my child was here.
My child left something behind which no one can see,
So, if I’ve upset you, I’m sorry as can be.
You’ll have to forgive me, I could not resist
I just want you to know that my child did exist.