In the quest for justice we sometimes forget, the "cases" we speak of also mark the day when time stood still for others.
A poem from a grieving mother:
Hello old friend,
Oh yes you know
I lost my child a while ago.
No, no please
Don't look away
And change the subject
You see at first I couldn't feel,
It took so long, but now it's real.
I hurt so much inside you see
I need to talk
Come sit with me?
You see, I was numb for so very long,
And people said, "My, She is so strong."
They did not know I couldn't feel,
My broken heart made all unreal.
But then one day as I awoke
I clutched my chest, began to choke,
Such a scream, such a wail,
Broke from me..
My child! My child!
The horror of reality.
But everyone has moved on, you see,
everyone except for me.
Now, when I need friends most of all,
Between us there now stands a wall.
My pain is more than they can bear,
When I mention my child,
I see their blank stare.
"But I thought you were over it,"
Their eyes seem to say,
No, no, I can't listen to this, not today.
So I smile and pretend, and say, "Oh, I'm ok".
But inside I am crying, as I turn away.
And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,
As I have from the start,
You never knowing all the while,
All I've just said to you in my heart.
Written by Kelly Cummings
(courtesy of Parents of Murdered Children)