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

Date: 2/15/2019 4:28:00 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

Date: 2/13/2019 10:28:00 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

Date: 1/17/2019 11:36:00 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
Date: 1/21/2019 6:10:00 PM

Thank you for the kind words!!