We know a few families who have had their children suddenly snatched from this life. This poem isn’t about us or anyone imparticular but probably a combination of all. It is written from an outsider’s perspective looking in. It is such a devastating situation. Highly emotional, painful, raw and so awkward for those on the outside to watch all the grief and pain happening.
Too many Tears
Too many tears from so few eyes
Blue days become their retched skies
Broken lives in huddled weeping
Bellowed cries make restless sleeping
But how each day do they arise?
Will he check out in death’s demise?
As she breaks down without goodbyes?
Watch love’s torment slowly reaping
Too many tears
Packaged attempts to sympathise
Plainly will not relieve their cries
Compassion knocks with eyes seeping
“Passing by… how are you keeping?
Please carry on but don’t disguise
Too many tears”