MYSON

He was a beautiful son, in body, mind and spirit,
With eyes that danced with incredible energy,
An eternal smile the echoed on the faces of others,
His constant chatter and frequent laughter were my music.

Time stopped with his last breath,
There is so much pain in not doing!!
My heart, my eyes, my legs, my arms,
Have all been deprived of their greatest pleasures,
My heart screams "GIVE MY SON BACK TO ME
I cannot stand the cruelty!"
There is of course no answer,
Only a silence too deafening to bear.

What am I to do with this shattered heart and life?
There is so much emptiness to fill,
There is so much love to give,
But there is so little time.

If I had unto eternity,
I could not have given him,
All the love that was mine to give,
But I deserved the chance to try, didn`t I?

The love and joy he gave me each day,
And half my heart,
Were severed brutally by his death,
Without mercy, I was left behind to survive,
With half of me gone.

Those who`s world is still intact, Cannot beging to understand,
The agony of being denied future memories,
I have become a social leper,
To many look upon my pain,
I bring deep fear that it is contagious,
They back away and disappear,
The healing hearts of my compassionate friends,
Are my support,
Weak, but resolute, I limp toward life,
My hope, that I will honor his memory and his love,
Renews and sustains me.

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