Thank you for your welcome.
Thank you for your stay.
My time has come to leave you.
Even though I know it can’t end that way.
I never wanted to join.
It’s not a place I want to be.
It’s time for me to leave.
But I’m trapped here; woe is me.
It’s been almost three years.
The pain is still deep.
Others have stayed longer.
Oh, how my heart still weeps.
I appreciate you being here,
With open arms when I needed you.
But sometimes it just hurts too much,
And my time here must be through.
No one wants to belong to this ‘club.’
No one wants to stay.
I so desperately want to leave this place.
But there is no way out, try as I may.
As the months march on.
There are days I pray for escape.
Some reprieve from this grief.
One merciful moment away from my childless mother shape.
The truth is that reality will win.
That I am forced to stay.
She will always be my child that died.
And I will always be grieving until my final day.