Poem: You Can't Win With Me (Repost)
Daniel
and outs. It was helpful for me. Daisy posted this poem when I was
new here. I printed it out and shared with my wife. It described the
chaos inside me better than anything I could say myself. I hope you
find it helpful too.
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You Can't Win With Me
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by Jane Warland 1996
If you say to me,"How are you doing?"
with such sympathy and meaning in your voice
I reply,"I'm fine," and brush you off,
because to talk about my loss with you
is just too painful.
If you see me
and don't mention
the loss that is consuming my thoughts,
I think you don't care enough,
or are too scared to mention it
for fear that you might upset me.
You can't win with me.
If you say,"I'm sorry your baby died,"
it is hard for me to reply to that.
What do you expect me to say?
I want to say,"I'm sorry too!"
or "It's Awful!"
I want to scream,"It's not fair!!"
But I won't
because I don't want to upset myself today,
not in front of you.
So I reply, "Thank you."
That thanks means so much more than that.
It means thanks for caring,
thanks for trying to help,
thanks for realizing that I'm still in pain.
If you don't know what to say to me
that's okay
because I don't know what to say
to you either.
If you see me smile or laugh
don't assume I must have
forgotten my baby for the moment,
I haven't,
I can't,
I never will.
Tell me that I look good today.
I will know what you mean.
I'm getting good at picking up
unspoken cues from you.
If you see me and think I look upset or sad,
you are probably right.
Today might be an anniversary day for me,
or some event might have triggered
a wave of grief in me.
If you don't say anything
I'll think you don't care about me,
but if you do say something,
it might make me feel worse.
You could try asking if I want to talk,
but don't be surprised if I say no.
You can't win with me.
Don't give up on me,
please don't give up.
I need your attempts however feeble,
however trite you might feel they are.
I need your thoughts.
I need your prayers.
I need your love.
I need your persistence.
I need all that
but most of all
I need to be treated normally,
like it used to be
before all of this happened.
But I know it's impossible.
That carefree, naive person
is gone forever,
and I am mourning that loss too.
So you can't win with me.
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[ and, for the usenet monitors . . . ]
Copy of my permission to post this copyrighted poem:
Date: 07:14 PM PDT, 05/15/2002
From: "warland" <xxx...@xxx.xxx.au>
To: deltae...@usa.net
Subject: my poem
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Hello Daniel
Thank you for your email telling me about how much you liked
my poem "You can't win with me"
Yes of course you can use it and repost it as much as you like
PROVIDED you acknowledge me as the author.
FYI
The book that it comes from is "Pregnancy after loss" by Jane
Warland with Michael Warland Published by the authors in
Adelaide South Australia 1996 My website is [ed. note: comes up file
not foud / no longer valid].
Thanks for asking and may God bless you and comfort you in your
grief.
Kind regards,
Jane
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Daniel ( deltae...@usa.net )