Fatherless Child

He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over. He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we all meet again. I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man. On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets. The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally. In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling. Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics in ungratefulness Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.