The Support Group Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

Every second Tuesday sun or rain
We all gather together to share our pain
Grieving for our children who have died
And letting out all the pain inside

There for each other we all know
That nothing else can hurt a parent so
Than the death of a daughter or a son
Sand we all share that pain with every other one

We do our best to help each other cope
Together we find that there still is hope
Although life will never be the same
Teardrops fall as I say my daughter's name

Thank you all for being there
And understanding the pain that I share
For sharing all your pain with me
Thart I'm not alone you've helped me see