
Remembering
Go
ahead and mention my baby, the
one that I relinquished, you know. Don't
worry about hurting me further, the
depth of my pain does not show. Don't
worry about making me cry, I'm
already crying inside. Help
me to hear by releasing, the
tears I try to hide.
I'm
hurt when you just keep silent, pretending
she didn't exist. I'd
rather you mention my baby, knowing
that she has been missed. You
ask me how I was doing, I
say "pretty good" or "fine". But
healing is something on going, I
feel it will take a lifetime. Bonnie
Geddes
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