You're not to blame
When painful memories come round to call,
And bitter tears then begin to fall.
Why did this happen, what more could I do?
Guilt and shame move in with you.
Could I have done things different somehow?
Is this a dream? Can I wake up now?
It's not a dream; the pain is real,
It's not a scene from some movie reel
A loved one was sick and now is gone,
But you're still here and life goes on.
It's easy to think that you messed up bad,
And now you're down, the heart is sad.
My child, look up, lift up your eyes.
And yes my child, it's OK to cry.
But don't be tricked into playing the game.
Rest assured my child, you're not to blame.
© 1999, Jerry Ham