Please Don't Cry by Rae-Beth McGee-Buda

Please Don't Cry

Written by Rae-Beth McGee-Buda

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Please Mommy don't cry.

We don't have to say good-bye.

I know it broke your heart,

but we really aren't apart.

I'm safely tucked in angels wings

as they gently sooth my dreams.

Dear Daddy, please don't cry.

The angels sing me lullabies

that gently tuck me in at night,

which makes me feel safe from fright.

Dear Sister, please don't cry.

As you sit and wonder why.

We will be together again someday

and we'll be able to laugh and play. 

Dear Baby Brother, please don't cry.

for I am always near by.

We will be together soon,

for I will always love you.

In memory of Dakota Emily Buda. 

5-27-13

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven!

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Stop Pretending and Be There

You ask me how I'm feeling,
but do you really want to know?
The moment I try telling you
You say you have to go

How can I tell you,
what it's been like for me?
I am haunted, I am broken
By things that you don't see

You ask me how I'm holding up,
but do you really care?
The moment I start to speak my heart,
You start squirming in your chair.

Because I am so lonely, you see,
friends no longer come around,
I'll take the words I want to say
And quietly choke them down.

Everyone avoids me now,
I guess they don't know what to say
They told me I'll be there for you,
then turned and walked away.

Call me if you need me,
that's what everybody said,
But how can I call and screaming to the phone,
My God, my child is dead?

No one will let me say the words
I need to say
Why does a mothers grief
scare everyone away?

I am tired of pretending
my heart hammers in my chest
I say things to make you comfortable
but my soul finds no rest

How can I tell you things
that are too sad to be told
of the helplessness of holding a child who in your arms grows cold?

Maybe you can tell me
How should one behave
who's had to follow their child's casket
watched it perched above a grave

You cannot imagine what it was like
for me that day
to place a final kiss upon that box
and have to turn and walk away

If you really love me
and I believe you do
if you really want to help me
here is what I need from you

Sit down beside me
reach out and take my hand
Say " My friend, I've come to listen
I want to understand."

Just hold my hand and listen
that's all you need to do
And if by chance I shed a tear,
it's alright if you do too...

I swear I'll remember till the day I’m very old the friend who sat and held my hand so I could bare my soul...

- Unknown