Gone

My grief riddled mind is racing my heart is beating fast and my breaths are shallow as I wake up from a troubled dream And I remember that my son is gone I can't even remember exactly what was troubling about the dream, but reality hits the moment that I fully wake up My son is gone I suspect this will happen daily until it really sinks in that I have lost 1/4 of my immediate family Because my son is gone The nurturer in me seeks out my husband to see how he is handling the new day and we realize that neither slept well Because our son is gone Facing a hard day with little sleep is something we are used to now, almost a week since they pronounced the death of our youngest son Our sweet son is gone Losing a child is a kind of pain that you just can't explain and I pray that most of my friends and family don't have to face A son being gone I keep telling myself to put one foot in front of the other and accompish what must be done to get ready for the funeral How can my son be gone? How is this real? Questioning reality does not help. so I try to move on but I wonder how my world will keep moving After my son is gone