Wednesday, December 22, 2010

An Elephant in the Room

A friend posted this poem on the 1 month anniversary of their daughter's death.  It is so perfect. 

There's an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting,
So it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with "How are you? And "I'm Fine."
And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.

We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about everything-except the elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.

For you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all.
But we do not talk about the elephant in the room.

Oh, please say her name.
Oh, please say "______" again.
Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life?

Can I say, "_____" to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me
In a room...
With an elephant...

by: Terry Kettering

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for this post. I also lost a son 4.5 years ago when he was just one week old. How I would have wished to have this poem to hand out to people at that time:-) Blessings to you.


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