Thursday, March 4, 2010

White Elephant

The Elephant in the Room

by Terry Kettering

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 else, except the elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.

We all know it's there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.

It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very large elephant.

It has hurt us all.

But we don't talk about the elephant in the room.

Oh, please say his name.

Oh, please say his name again.

Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death, perhaps we can talk about his life.

Can I say his name to you and not have you look away?

For if I cannot, then you are leaving me....


in a room....

with an elephant.

I love you Aidan Christopher and I'll never stop saying your name



  1. Maggs,

    You can talk to me about your sweet Aidan as much as you want and I will listen to you laugh with you and probably cry with you. I will not look away so feel free to talk all you want for I will not get tired of hearing about your sweet baby that is gone far too soon.

    Love ya girl!

  2. awww (hugs) I love to read your stories about him!

  3. Maggie - I love hearing your stories and the love and pride that is clear with every word. Don't ever think we will grow tried of hearing about Aidan, we won't. Aidan will forever be your joy and it will our honor to get to know Aidan through your stories. Loe Flo

  4. This is so true! We will never forget Aidan.

  5. Love the poem! So true. ((HUGS))