My Life Will Never Be the Same
The year was nineteen sixty nine
the 18th of December
My baby boy ~ my son was born
A day I'll always remember
But on this day eight weeks ago
My dearest son I loved him so
My darling boy just 49
He was the only child of mine
So cruelly taken
So sudden
So cruelly taken
So fast
On the 18th of October
On this very day
the day he passed
not knowing it would be his last
Unable to accept this
I can't believe he’s gone
For to see your son go first
Well really this should never be
I have been here for so long
therefore it really should be me
It breaks my heart to know
that I may not see him again
And I truly know for sure
my life will never be the same
Now as Christmas Eve gets closer
I just want to hide away
For to isolate myself from
all the joy on Christmas day
And if only I can have one wish
To see him once again
To hold him close
To see his smile
To reminisce just for a while…
When he returns from whence he came
my life will never be the same
Written 18th December 2019 - Sleep well my son...
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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