Dear 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, 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 for me as I strove to be worthy Of you, my beloved son. I go on now as yould 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, always striving to be the person And mother, you believed me to be. Never letting your memory grow dim For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed. I could not tell from whence you came, Born with a wisdom that did not come from me, And now you have taken part of myself, The better part, into Eternity. Won hm