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| "Dear One" |
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| I loved you from the first moment of your being. You were to come to me in the springtime of my youth. The time of awakenings, of new beginnings. The surge of all life, and this was fitting. You were to be my "Little Prince", Mommies helper. A life created and borne from our love. You were to be all that is good in us, Along with all your own unique qualities. But those chapters of your life were never written, They were gone and swept away all too soon. Lost without warning, in a storm of the purest pain. And we would never see our best reflection grow. And so...Quietly and too soon you came. So small, but everything I knew you would be. Beautiful, and seemingly robust and complete. I never prayed for perfection, but in my eyes you were. No child has or ever will be loved more. Your every feature was precious to me. And though I held you, smelled you, kissed you, No amount of time could have been enough. Why could you not hold my hand? Why will you never awaken me at night? And why did I have to carry you, before your time, Along a path I should never have walked? I know that no one can tell me why. It's all far beyond understanding. I also know that I left so much of me with you, And for the rest of my days, I will feel this emptiness. And now?...I will never be the same. I feel no warmth from the springtime sun. My instincts and sensations cannot be trusted. Often, the nights and solitude are feared. Someday my sweet I will come to you. I will experience what you experience. Yes...Someday we will have that to share. And if there is more, I will be complete again. I don't know when I will follow, But every breath I take brings me nearer to you. Someday soon, I will come to you Dear One. In my heart and mind, you will always be my son. With Love, Your Mum |
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