Poem for Loss Moms

Do not judge the bereaved mother. 
She comes in many forms.

She is breathing, but she is dying. 
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. 
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks,
she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.

Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.

Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.

- Author Unknown -