Don't Tell Me Author Judi Walker (In Memory of Shane) Copyright 1998 Please don’t tell me you know how I feel, Unless you have lost your child too, Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal, Because that is just not true, Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place, Though it is true, I want him here with me, Don’t tell me someday I’ll 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 is 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 child, 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 realize that I can never be the same, But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday. By Judi Walker Shane Another Christmas, another year starting without you, my God how can I continue to exist? My firstborn, my darling son, my heart & soul, God how much you are missed. I cant get better, I cant find peace, I still look for you every day, I plead with God to help me thru, to show me a way. I read every book I can find on grief but none relieves the pain, of loving you, missing you,the sun cant chase away this rain. I wake up in tears each night, soaked in tears and sweat,remembering that horrible day, When I had to leave you there at the cemetery, alone all alone, oh what a price to pay. A Christmas tree has never been put up in our house and I dont want one ever to be, There is no way without you that I can decorate a tree. It was always you that danced around the tree putting each bow just right, Making sure every thing is in line, every ball, ornament, each light. I only decorate your grave and websites now since you are gone, I dont like the holidays without you, I feel so alone. I know heaven must be decorated with millions of lights and bows, One day when I join you there, I cant wait for you to show, Me all the mansions and walk upon those streets of pure gold, Where we will decorate the trees again because I will once again be whole. Love you my precious Son,, Mom By Dj, Shane's Mom 12/2/08 In a quiet country cemetery, Where the gentle breezes blow, Lies my son I love so dearly; He died a while ago. His resting place I visit, Placing flowers there with care, But no one knows my heartache, When I turn to leave them there. Though his smile is gone forever, And his hands I cannot touch, Still I have so many memories Of the son I loved so much. His memory is my keepsake, With which I will never part. God has him in His keeping; I have him in my heart. His resting place I visit, Placing flowers there with care, But no one knows my heartache, When I turn to leave them there. Though his smile is gone forever, And his hands I cannot touch, Still I have so many memories Of the son I loved so much. His memory is my keepsake, With which I will never part. God has him in His keeping; I have him in my heart. ~Author Unknown~ Click here to see Page 1 of Shane's Gifts