Don't tell me that you understand
Don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive
Or how I will surely grow.
        Don't tell me that this is just a test
        That I am truly blessed
        That I am chosen for this task
        Apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers
That can only come from me
Don't tell me how my grief will pass
That I will soon be free.
        Don't stand in pious judgment
        Of the bounds I must untie
        Don't tell me how to suffer
        And don't tell me how to cry!
My life is filled with selfishness
My pain is all I see
But I need you now
I need your love unconditionally.
        Accept me in my ups and downs
        I need someone to share
        Just hold my hand and let me cry
        And say, "My friend, I care."

By Joanetta Hendel
Bereavement Magazine