A MAN BEREAVED

A Father loses his child, too young was his life
Leaving behind mother, family, children, a wife.
Mother cries outwardly, in anguish, deep despair
Father hides it inwardly, struggling to keep it there.

His face tells a different story, if only you can read
Between the lines, hidden message, of a man bereaved.
Sometimes his jovial qualities, have slowly faded away
Longs to share moments with his son, now buried in a grave.

He tries to keep up appearances, it's the manly thing to do
Only he can recognize his heart, is now broken in two.
In the twilight of the evening, or in early morning dew
He cries, silently weeping, but not in front of you.

He recalls the day he was born, day he took his first steps
From a toddler, teen-ager, young man he will never forget.
Day he married, birth of grandbabies, for Grandpa to love, hold
Remembering his own son, indomitable spirit, free soul.

Each day, he drives to the headstone, where his son is laid
Telling him how much he's missed, bows his head to pray.
As time passes by, strain of grief will someday lessen
Finding peace within himself, they will meet again in heaven.

Author:
Lucille aka [email protected] copyright � 2002