Please don't tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost a child too,
Please don't tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please do not tell me my grandson is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want him here with me,
Don't tell me someday I will hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don't tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don't tell me to face the fact he has gone,
Because denial is something I can't stop,
Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I'll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my grandson,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don't hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realise I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become one day.