The splash of her teardrop upon his cheek
kisses of a mother frail and weak.
His sobbing little sister leans in to say goodbye
why did you leave us, your to young to die.
A stepfather holds back the floods of grief
My son I will miss you our time was so brief.
He guards his emotions to stay strong for his wife
secretly he hides to cry over the loss of this young life.
Shadows of yesterday haunt their heavy minds
They turn off the lights and close the blinds.
Silence fills the room as two parents embrace
sitting where their son passed now just empty space.
Numbed by shock they sat and starred
accepting reality they both found themselves scared.
Yesterday ravaged, tomorrow was full of sorrow
Today each step we take helps heal us for tomorrow.
This is not an easy path for death has left it's mark
for now our vision still seems so very dark.
But after we weep we will rise once more
rising from the ashes, pushing away from deaths door.
There is a grand design we have yet to see
One, only our son could fulfill you see.
When the storm passes we will see God's reason
we survivors find healing through the grieving season.
My Son Scott
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