Steve Wood Poet Rhyme

Ryan My Son

Ryan my son, when i visit you
I am glad to be so near
Ryan my son when I visit you
It hurts so bad to see you there

Ryan my son when I visit you
I see where friends have been before
Ryan my son when I visit you
The gifts from friends I do adore


Ryan my son when I visit you
I think of memories I want to keep
Ryan my son when I visit you
The pain I have, it runs so deep

Ryan my son when I visit you
I speak with quivered words
Ryan my son when I visit you
I hope my words don't go unheard

Ryan my son when I visit you
I can't see you, but I know that you are here
Ryan my son when I visit you
The grave you're in
Is filled with all my tears

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Panagiota Romios February 15, 2019 at 4:28 AM Steve! I do understand your talking to your son. Keep writing your poetry, it's moving and reminds us...that life is finite. Well written! Panagiota

Steve Wood February 13, 2019 at 10:28 PM My son died in a car accident on a rainy Sept. day in 2017. Writing I have found is the only thing that shows any signs of healing in my heart. Thank you for reading.

Caren Krutsinger January 17, 2019 at 11:36 PM Welcome to Poetry Soup. This poem is heartfelt, and calls to my soul. I am sure Ryan hears you, and possibly sees you also. I am sure. Steve Wood January 21, 2019 at 6:10 PM Thank you for the kind words!!