It was a room full of people,
But I felt all alone,
I stood there & stared in disbelief,
My only son was gone…
So many dreams you took with you,
so many hopes were shattered,
so many nights of mid-night hunger pangs
my house, once full of chatter.
You took with you my brightest smile,
my will to live,
my reason to die
Your vacant room lies undisturbed,
I do not have the strength to curb
the stinging pain i feel within,
when I see the lawn chair you’re not in.
You’re study room with your favorite reads
the wooden shelves,
the golden beads,
that you once collected to adorn a frame,
a family portrait,
gently engraved with the family name.
Your favorite ride,
now, covered in cloth
reminds me of the time,
when you & I both,
rode to the market ,
to buy your favorite shirt,
the color was a deep blue,
your wide grin was it’s real worth.
It’s not just me,
but my flowers too,
that miss the boy who came by once a week,
Now they stare in empty space,
they’re lonely & too sad to speak.
The kitchen , I must say
misses you the most
’cause that’s where you made,
your famous sourdough toast.
Going back to that dreadful day,
in the living room you lay.
I stared at you,
my hands at the rim,
of that God forsaken coffin,
that held my sleeping son inside,
my life, my joy, my heart, my pride.
I question God ‘most everyday,
why was it you,
not I that lay.
But such is the work of fate my son,
it shakes the faith of everyone.
There’s lot’s to tell
& lot’s to share,
that I no longer can retain.
I must hold my peace,
it’s good bye for now,
until we meet again…