My Son

Enticing skies course to dim as summer’s florescence gives way to winters tint. Eyes dry up as rain takes its course and somehow my heart still travels its current remorse. My naked arms betray my might; there empty space remains reaching for you. The weeping dust as thick as fur as nothing shifts, just consumes the flying moths about your room. My solitude pushes my strength to the ground until in my head your voice resounds. Dreams come like visions as I wake, too loud like the television you bleared so loud. A crisp can be heard dropping on carpet that makes no crunch, yet in the swamp of silence small sounds become tall. Pictures remain splattering the walls but fingerprints fade, as I will to you. Through memories, I’ll be a face, an un-known the future will replace. My gentle song and silent whispers will be the joy of another who answers you wishes. As days turn to years and fly so fast, my son to me they will be like minutes that drag on and on. My precious boy who held such short time in my sight, will last an eternity in my memories and I shall still hug you in my sleep and I shall still sing there and when I wake you will again be a shadow of loss from my past. But in heart, I can keep you. In soul, I can still hold you. And forever I can love you, My Son.