in the previous post, and don't want to make it any longer than it already is.
When my cyber-friend sent me the email that included a prayer for my mom's health, and for my own peace of mind, it melted the ice that was keeping me numb, and I was finally able to articulate something beyond "Dear God, fix mommy, amen."
This was the result. I don't remember specifically sharing it with Mom (I didn't like being too open or vulnerable around her... vulnerability isn't always safe in my family), but I did share it with my aunt, who might have given it to Mom.
The Words Won't Come
Sometimes it hurts too much to cry,
and emotions run too deep
to get beneath them.
But still we know we have to try,
so we struggle through the fog
searching for the winning side.
Then the night crowds in
and it tries to steal our hope.
As it batters our defenses
we're not sure that we can cope.
But we still hang on,
'cause we know we're gonna make it.
Still, I wish that I could share
all the thoughts I have of you.
But the words won't come
that would tell you that I love you.
And the words won't come
that would say how much I care.
No, the words won't come,
so I have to trust you hear them
in the whispers of my heart;
falling from my eyes like tears;
and in the power of my hug...
'Cause the words won't come.
© MVY 7/2/'96
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