Thomas D. Pickens 1/5/02-6/13/17
They say time heals all wounds, but who are they anyway?
Have they ever had to lay their son for his final rest?
Medical examiners searched for reasons as to why
But came up with a shaky conclusion, saying “We did our best”
A year passed, and not a day goes by
That mom doesn’t mention her beloved son’s name.
Pride for what was and what could no longer be
Their family dinner table never will be the same.
Time passing, elapsing as she holds onto any nostalgic scrap.
Will her heart’s wound heal as the days turn into weeks?
She smiles fondly of the good times and all in between.
But to find a way to see him, is all her heart really seeks.
“Dear son, you were way too young to go.
But know this, I will always love you so.
In my mind’s eye, you will forever have your space.
Until we meet again in that glorious, heavenly place.”
For Heather…an original poem by Amy Blount 2018
As promised, here is another of my nativity scenes. This one is a snow globe that plays silent night. As I wrote this poem for a friend, I realized that Mary could understand a mother’s grief. And how we see her elated joy in all these scenes they depict, but little does she know what would be to come 33 years later. Each new day we are given is a day to be closer to God, for like Mary, we know not what’s in store.
A New Life 
God bless you, Heather. And blessings upon you, Amy, comforting those with troubles with the comfort you have received from God.
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God bless you all. Praying for you all. 😢🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💕
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This was beautiful, prayers for Heather, I can’t imagine this kind of pain ever!
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Thanks jessy. I’m sure heather is thankful for your prayers as well. Thanks for reading
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such a beautifully written poem that made me sick with grief for Heather and her family…….Praying God’s blessings over each one of them.
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Beautiful. I’m at a loss for words.
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Thank you all and thank you Amy. 💜
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Walking the journey with someone, who lost a son, for 8 years now…one thing I have learned…everyone grieves at a different pace and one always feel the emptiness at times. Prayers for Heather
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Beautiful poem, Amy. So sensitive, and so tender. I don’t know what it is like to lose a child, so I can’t say that I understand, yet I feel for Heather and what she is going through. And, I pray God’s consolation in her life.
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Strength for Heather, and grace for Amy who mourns with her, Lord, we pray. 🙏🙏🙏
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This poem expressed greatest pain of losing a son. I have no words to express my feelings. My sympathy and prayers for the bereaved family.
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As a mother of three I can’t grasp a breath to imagine the magnitude of the pain you and your family are going through. My prayers are with you now and always.
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In 2011, my brother passed away. He had a brain tumor, dead within six months. He said that he saw his son, lost to infant crib death, standing next to his bed before he died. My father passed three weeks, almost to the hour, after my brother passed. My mother passed two months after that. Being the eternal bookkeeper, she made all the arrangements, trying to control everything even after death, then she breathed her last. My brother was their favorite. Once he was gone, they had no reason to continue, leaving my sister and I with what was left. Losing a child is very hard, whether you are young, like my brother, or old, like my parents (90 and 89).
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Prayers going to for you🙏🏾
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You captured a mother’s heart. I cannot imagine the pain and loss of your friend, Heather, and others who have lost children. Prayers lifted even now for all who are grieving. Bless you, dear Amy.
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Heather is an inspiration as she has a smile and a kind personality to go with it. We could all strive to be more like her. Thanks for reading
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