A Letter To My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time, The Great Healer, cannot repair. Your going has left a hole in my existence That forever and beyond will not heal, A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness, A hole through which all the goodness, All the kindness of you is slipping through. You were my sounding board. Trite ideas offered, came back Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling. Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser. Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy Of you, my beloved son. I go on now as you would have me do, Searching in Nature for the joy You found in its wonders. Hearing bird songs with your ears, Relating to others with your empathetic instincts. Striving, ever striving to be the person And mother that you believed me to be And never letting your memory grow dim For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed. You came into this world with a wisdom That did not come from me. I thank God each day for His lending you to me For the time that I had you near And I cling to His promise That I will see you again. I could not tell from whence you came, But I know where you have gone, Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.