©Jan Andersen 2003
Poem From a Mom

©Author Unknown
For Parents and Families Attempting to Survive After The Tragedy of Their Child, Grandchild, Sibling or Friend's Suicide
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"The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity."

Senecca

Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around,
But he did not appear.
He said: You've got to listen.
You've got to understand;
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that night,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved me,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside
I could never be the same.
My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within.
All the answers to empty dreams,
And all that I might have been.
I love you all and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!
So you need to go on now,
And please understand,
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.


Parents of suicides