My Precious Son

My Precious Son
14 Feb
2017

Unendingly I mourn my precious son
Too early yet this earthly home he left,
Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order
To leave his loves perpetually bereft.

Those golden dreams and aspirations,
The seed of yesterday a withered bloom,
Those baubles which are cause to celebrate
In death now mock us gently from his tomb.

How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance,
To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life,
Where once was only joy and future promise
Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.

  • I will wait for you...
    I will wait for you... Though we never had a chance to say goodbye, Remember me... When winter snows are falling through a quiet sky I'll remember you When, in our darkest hour, You held my hand and prayed I wouldn't go, But a silent voice called out to me; My time had come, and I had to travel Home... Since then, I know your life has never been the same, For I visit you each day: So many times I've felt your pain: I've watched you cry: And I've heard you call my name... But now, further along life's road I stand In a timeless world, just beyond your sight, Waiting for the day when I can take your hand and bring you across to this land of Golden Light... Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not to cry. But if you do: Let your tears fall For the happiness and joy we knew, And for the special love we shared, For love can never die.