His Sad Death

My son David died last year on my Grandson's 12th birthday Now my HEART is broken tears are never far away I cannot understand it when I am still alive Why does God take my dear son at the age of 55 My son was handsome before he became ill He was emaciated. a very bitter pill I still saw the GREEN eyed handsome man with DARK HAIR And his BEAUTIFUL soul and trusting stare We often sat in SILENCE there was no need for more Actions speak louder than words with someone you adore David became BREATHLESS, gasping for breath He and I did not need words we knew he was near death I could not bear to lose him it was something to dread He would no longer be attached to me by that umbilical THREAD Just after Christmas, we had a call to say the inevitable had happened My son had passed away The pit I fell into was FATHOMLESS and deep I could not find solace, comfort or sleep I feel David's presence every second of each day He has found peace, at last, I no longer hope and pray I know the BIRDS will be singing when I meet my son again We will be united in a place where we will remain Amen 4 March 2020