My Son

I saw; asked why you were crying, you said nothing; in pain from the walk from your school. I let that one pass. While silence entertained use I saw; asked why you cry. Nothing you said again. I heard; walked in your room, asked why are you crying, you said nothing. I listened at your door, muffled whimpers’, echoed throughout the house, sadness in a little boys heart. I fell, lying on the floor, I saw you and heard you call 911. Now I know why you cry. It is hard to watch someone you love slowly fade. However, you were strong, taking control. I saw, as I lay in bed, your smile, there were no more tears. I almost forgot how you looked happy. Relieved that the sadness was no more. I heard your laughter; in the silence of the night, it was just silence. A peaceful ending to a day without tears. Saved from my submission to the end. I stand to walk; blessed to have had you as my son, glad that you took charge when I was unable to see and hear my life circling the drain.