Amid Hundreds of People

This poem explores a mother's feelings after the death of her child.
Even amid hundreds of people surrounding me with love,
I still feel lonely.
Even after eating meal after meal,
I still feel empty.
Even after I put in a full day’s work,
I still feel unfulfilled.
Even after facing the world with a smile all day,
I cry like a child when I’m alone.

Where is she?
Why did she go there?
When will I see her again?
Why can’t I go to her now?

The questions swim in my brain like sharks waiting to attack.
They feed on my emotions.
They grow in my open wounds.

I cry out to God in the night while the world sleeps,
And he soothes me.
I ask him my questions,
And he answers me.
I cry on his broad shoulders,
And he takes my worries away
I sing him sweet praises,
And I am whole again.
   By Stacy Fileccia
Published: 12/16/2008
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