My Son

I saw; asked why you were crying, 
you said nothing; in pain from the
walk from your school.  I let that 
one pass.  While silence entertained 
use I saw; asked why you cry.  
Nothing you said again.

I heard; walked in your room, asked 
why are you crying, you said nothing.
I listened at your door, muffled 
whimpers’, echoed throughout the 
house, sadness in a little boys heart.

I fell, lying on the floor, I saw you and
heard you call 911.  Now I know why 
you cry.  It is hard to watch someone 
you love slowly fade.  However, you 
were strong, taking control.  

I saw, as I lay in bed, your smile,  
there were no more tears.  I almost 
forgot how you looked happy. Relieved 
that the sadness was no more.

I heard your laughter; in the silence of 
the night, it was just silence.  A peaceful 
ending to a day without tears.  Saved 
from my submission to the end.

I stand to walk; blessed to have had you as 
my son, glad that you took charge when I 
was unable to see and hear my life circling 
the drain.

sondramatic monologue

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